Fin: Hey Mom, where's my little pillow?
Mommy: What pillow?
Fin: You know, the one on our bed that I like to rest my head on.
Mommy: Oh, I think your Dad sold it at the garage sale yesterday Honey.
Fin: Garage Sale? Why would we sell the garage, it's attached to the house - oh no, we aren't selling our home are we?!
Mommy: No! People come to the garage and buy stuff you don't want anymore. They pay pennies on the dollar, so you can buy new stuff that you'll want to sell off for cheap in a couple of years.
Fin: That seems silly - plus I loved my pillow!
Mommy: Sorry sweetie, Daddy just wandered through the house grabbing things to sell, and I didn't realize he took your pillow. Fin where are you going?
Fin: (Beginning a desperate search) Looking for all my Mice!!
Mommy: Don't worry, no one is going to want to buy cat-spit covered mice.
Fin: (Horrified) Mom! My mice are precious.
Mommy: Of course they are. How about we get you a present at Petsmart to make up for selling your pillow?
Fin: Okay!! I'll make you up a list!