friday: mason is playing outside in the backyard with maggie. my favorite part of this house is the giant, fenced in, backyard that i can allow my little free-spirited monkey to run free in. after about 10-15 minutes, my darling sweet son comes running to the back door, pride shining across his angelic face, holding his hand high. what's in that hand? a squirrel, a warm, albeit dead, squirrel. 'maggie chomp this squirrel' commence panicking. luckily papa and grandma were there to help in disposing of the body, and disinfecting little hands. yeesh.
monday: if you're keeping track that's three days later. mason is outside in our lovely fenced in backyard, again playing with his cousin, and beloved dog. i am actually watching them play outside, and mas is running to and fro, swinging his blue bucket stopping occasionally to pick up some small treasures. 15-20 minutes goes by, and again, my sweet baby boy comes running across the deck, smiling broadly, carrying his bright blue bucket. his bright blue bucket full of dog poop that he had been so sweetly collecting throughout the yard. thanks buddy, i sigh, bringing him inside to wash hands, feet, and just to be safe, face, as best i can.
boy oh boy i love that boy. but good grief, i'm going to have 3 of them
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