What a precious joy your youngest son is.. and so inventive and conscientious.
Your oldest hitting you with a mouse spooks me.
I remember a friend in college telling me that if a guy ever hit or physically hurt me to never see him again.
My daughter and her friend (both about 11 or 12, a year or so before the bomb) were talking about boys. I told them that if a boy intentionally hurt a dog or was mean to an animal to walk away. When we got to the house, the (pre bomb) husband walked in, kicked the dog and went on his way. "Well, except your father, of course."
Oops!
Something's amiss with your oldest, my friend.. and you are not his punching bag.
