After discovering a furry little visitor on our deck this morning...
Eamon: "Mommy, can you come here a second? Look at this!"
Me: "Ooh, cool catepillar! Uh-oh, looks like Ziggy wants to see what you found..."
Eamon: <rushing to intercept our curious canine> "No, Ziggy, NO! Back! BACK! You can't come this way or you'll squish it. STOP, IT'S A LIVING CREATURE!"
I was touched that my little man would be so adamant about saving this little guy from certain doggy doom so I picked up a stick to see if I could relocate him...
Eamon: "Ooh, a stick! Can I poke him with it after you?!"
Hmm, maybe he's not so concerned about this living creature after all...
Me: <indignantly> "I was not going to poke him with it! I was going to use the stick to move him off the deck!"
Eamon: "Oh. Yeah, me too. Can I move him with the stick after you?"
Me: *sigh* "Fine, you do it but be gentle with him!"
Eamon: "I will!"
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