Eat it, Einstein!

The mice were furiousAs my five-year-old son and I walked laps around the park today, he suddenly went into great detail, with no prompting from me (and I have no idea where any of this came from), about building a mouse trap with “four-dimensional pillows.”

I pressed him for details on how this would work, and where the pillows would come from, and how, precisely, they would meet the definition of being “four-dimensional,” but was incapable of getting any more information out of him.

You’re welcome, future. The twilight of mouse-kind begins.

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