After finding a dead baby mole in the yard yesterday...
Me: "Ooh, Eamon. I just found a dead baby mole. Wanna' see it before the dogs realize it's here?"
Eamon: "Ew, gross! Yeah, I'll be there as soon as I get down from the tree."
Me: "Quick! Here come the dogs! Ack! No, Ziggy, NO! <trying to block the spot with my legs> Do not lay on the dead baby mole! Get off! NO! Do NOT roll over on it!"
Eamon: <studying the dead baby mole> "Aww, that's kind of sad. But it's cool too. I think you should pick it up and get rid of it like Daddy did the dead bird before the dogs eat it."
Me: "Good idea. Except unlike you're dad, I'm not touching a dead animal. Why don't you get me the shovel and I'll guard it so the dogs don't get it."
Eamon: <runs to get shovel> "OK!"
As I carried the dead baby mole in the shovel to the back of the yard, I suddenly had the undivided attention of both dogs...
Eamon: "You know, Mommy, I think Max is sad about the baby mole being dead and that's why he's following so close behind you."
Me: "Yeah, that's it. He's sad about the mole - sad that he didn't get to eat it..."
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