Yesterday, we went on a walk. All of a sudden, I see a dead squirrel right next to the road. I made some kind of ahhh type of noise, and told the girls to look over the other way and kind of pushed them forward. I have a totally irrational fear of dead things, plus it’s just gross. Luckily, they didn’t see it.
The next morning, we took Katie to preschool. The girls went outside ahead of me, and there was a dead bird right near the door. They were entranced by that thing. I had to pry them away to get in the car.
After we dropped off Katie, Aimee says, “We saw a bird and it was dead!” Then she started chanting, “Dead, dead, dead!”
They have talked about it all day. When we went out again this evening they stared some more. Then Aimee told me when we got back it could fly away.
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