I came outside during our a.m. playdate and three girls were standing still near the tree where Harper was kneeling. Next to a dead squirrel.
J: AAAHHHH! Back away. Don't touch it. Did you touch it?
H: I think I need to wash my hands
(later)
J: How did the squirrel feel?
H: pausing... soft
H: Some squirrels run fast from the dog. I guess this one wasn't so fast.
Later while shoveling the squirrel into a shoebox (something in now way shape or form I would have done unless I had a houseful of kids coming over on a beautiful warm January day) I screamed like a little girl, thoroughly impressing the mom from preschool.
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Ugh! At least it was a squirrel and not the dead rat that Theo touched. I can just hear you screaming.
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