The other night Trent and I were hanging out inside with Owen while Connor and Leah played in the backyard. Connor came running inside and into our room holding a dead baby bird. It was pretty gross. It had fallen out of it's nest in our yard. Connor did not want me to throw it away. A couple days later he finally agreed. You should've seen how many times I made him scrub his hands. Here are a couple of pictures of the poor little birdie:
Thursday, July 2, 2009
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Ya--that is pretty yucky! I was picturing something totally different when I saw the title of this post. LOL! Boys will be boys. :)
Oh. My. Word. That's just downright sick!! Yeah I'd be disinfecting him from head to toe.
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