Parkour Boy and I knelt in front of the the refrigerator. Drama Queen stood right behind us, gnawing her lower lip. The clock ticked loudly from the front room. Hazae meowed inquisitively from the counter.
"Shhh!!!" we all urged in unison, not looking away from the frig.
We stared. We listened. We waited.
Girgle, girgle, glup.
"See?!" Parkour Boy exclaimed looking at me in grossed-out confusion.
Drama Queen squealed and jumped lightly foot-to-foot. "Oh, my God! What is that?!"
The cat meowed loudly.
"...I have no idea," and here's where it's obvious I'm a mommy dominated by very boyish boys, "I hope it's not a mouse with diarrhea."