When The Boy was just a wee tot, he delighted in riding his tricycle through the house at breakneck speed.
When he was a little over a year old, we all came home one day to discover, to our horror, that both of our parrots were stone cold dead on the floor. They had succumbed to fumes from our oven that we had set to self-clean days earlier, and although we had placed the birds outside for the 2 days following the cleaning, we underestimated the presence of fumes on Day 3, and our poor birds were the victims.
Wordlessly, Hub and I looked at the dead birds on the floor, and then at each other, overcome with the gravity of the situation. Meanwhile, The Boy had jumped on his trusty tricycle and pedaled like a bat out of hell to where we were both standing, stunned.
Looking quickly at the lifeless creatures, he dismissed them just as quickly and glanced at us, popped his ever-present pacifier out of his mouth and blurted out, "Birds dead. Cookie me?"
When he was a little over a year old, we all came home one day to discover, to our horror, that both of our parrots were stone cold dead on the floor. They had succumbed to fumes from our oven that we had set to self-clean days earlier, and although we had placed the birds outside for the 2 days following the cleaning, we underestimated the presence of fumes on Day 3, and our poor birds were the victims.
Wordlessly, Hub and I looked at the dead birds on the floor, and then at each other, overcome with the gravity of the situation. Meanwhile, The Boy had jumped on his trusty tricycle and pedaled like a bat out of hell to where we were both standing, stunned.
Looking quickly at the lifeless creatures, he dismissed them just as quickly and glanced at us, popped his ever-present pacifier out of his mouth and blurted out, "Birds dead. Cookie me?"
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