Der's a Ploblem

This afternoon:

Zach, from the yard: Uh, Mom. I neeeeeed you.
Kjirsten, in the kitchen: Okay. Just a minute.
Z: Der's a ploblem out here.
K: Okay. What's going on?
Z: Der's a little rat in my playground.
K: What?! Okay. I'll be right there. (grabbing a bag and rushing outside)
Sure enough, there was a little mouse in the woodchips under the slide.
K: Yep. That's a little mouse. (scooping up the mouse, which, thankfully, wasn't extremely mutilated.)
Z: Yep. I sink he's not moving.
K: Yeah, he's dead, honey. I think Patches (our outdoor adopt-a-cat) got him.
Z: Yeah. Cats like to chase mouses, right?
K: Uh huh.
Z: Well, dat's kinda sad because where's his family? I sink day miss him. Der might need to go to dah hospital.
K: (thinking time for a subject change) Thanks for letting me know about this, Zach. Let's go get ready to go inside now, okay?
Z: Okay.