Due to Demon Baby's antics, I have had some major plumbing and construction issues.
And when I got home last night, a field mouse had come in through some exposed wall/piping.
I cannot possibly explain my sheer freaked-out-ness. I didn't sleep last night. I may never sleep again.
But what amazed me was as I was shrieking and freaking out, standing on some furniture, Demon Baby did the first thing that came to his mind.
He ran to get his sword. He changed into his Ninja pants (no shirt) and came into the room, with his sword drawn like a Samurai. He raced from one spot to another, mouse hunting.
As I stood there screaming for him to stand on furniture, he next came to me, climbed up so he was nose to nose with me, wrapped one arm around my neck--tightly--and said, "It's going to be all right. I'm here now. I will protect you. I am the bravest sword fighter in the whole world, and I will slice the mouse into tiny pieces like a chopped carrot." [Aside: YES, I swear he said this.]
Then he gave me a kiss on the face, and proceeded to stand guard over me.
He is my hero.
By the time I fell alseep, well in the wee hours, I was half convinced Demon Baby really could slice the mouse like a carrot.
I think we're going to be okay.