Everytime I walk into the living room, I see this:
And I swear everytime I do, my heart skips a few beats.
It looks like a dead animal on my end table.
And I would not put it past my boys to bring a wild animal (can you call them wild animals if they are calmer than my boys?), dead or alive, into the house!
Other than Caleb carrying an almost-dead mouse into my bedroom when he was two (the cat had chased it to almost-death and then left it) - I don't RECALL any kids and dead animals - but I may have blocked some things out of my memory!
Monday, March 31, 2008
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