They drank ginger beer (my 4 year old son thought this was really cool because he thought he was a big man drinking beer, not that my husband drinks beer). They worked in the house, went to the hardware store and had a great time, that was until...
... baby mouse got sick. The poor thing vomited from Friday afternoon, right through the night, all day Saturday and only started to come good on Sunday. A doctor came to the house and told Daddy mouse to take him to the hospital. They stayed until 2:30am on the Saturday morning. It was just some gastro bug he picked up from somewhere. The carpet and vinyl did get pulled up and the towels and rags used to wipe up the mess from being sick was all done on my return. What a good husband I've got.