Great point! This reminds me of a story.
When my oldest was about 2 years old, he came up to me in the carport where our laundry room was. He said, “look, mommy, a bird!”
I turned around to see him holding a dead Cardinal in his little hands.
The next words out of my mouth? “Drop that thing! Drop that thing now!”
“But mommy, it’s so pretty!”
However he did as a said as I went towards him. He probably thought I would spank him, but I scooped him up, hugged him, and we went inside the house right away to wash his little hands.
After things settled down, I found a shovel and my son watched as I buried the very pretty but very dead bird.
>> He probably thought I would spank him, but I scooped him up, hugged him, and we went inside the house right away to wash his little hands.
Precious memory! (Does your son remember too? Hope so!)
I like your home page, by the way.
FRegards & Blessings