There's a Rhino in my DVD player

Aaron and I were settling in for a movie in bed last night, and I went to make popcorn in the kitchen. Not five minutes later, Aaron came thundering down the hall, looking like a man on a mission, saying "There's a mouse in the VCR". (We have one of those DVD/VCR players). He grabbed a knife and pair of tongs and headed back to the bedroom.

With visions of electrocution dancing in my head, I ran after him, saying "Wait, wait!!! Let's get a better look first!" and promptly ran around looking for a flashlight.

We found the flashlight, and cautiously opened the VCR door and shone it in.

There was a mouse-looking-thing stuck in the machine.

Bugger. (insert mind racing with pest control issues and problem getting bigger and bigger in my head)

I convinced Aaron to unplug the machine, and suggested a pair of tweezers might be less invasive than prying a knife through the guts of the machine. He held the flashlight, and I stuck the tweezers in, grasping the thing by the skinny gray tail.

Pulling it out, I noticed it had a horn and two ears.

It was a Rhino. A plastic Rhino.

We had a good laugh, and I thought to myself "at least it wasn't the fabled grilled cheese!".

Our darling little monkey had progressed from slipping coins into my Mac mini dvd burner to plastic rhinos into our VCR!

These are the parenting moments I love...