True story (no pictures)!

This morning, while I was cleaning up a little in the kitchen and Christopher was playing in the living room, I hear...

C: "Mommy, look what I have!"

me: "What is it honey?" (not looking into the living room yet)

C: "Look!"

me: (now looking and screaming) "DROP IT!!"

Christopher was holding up a baby squirrel (who was "sleeping") in his hands for me to see. Not kidding. I wish I was.

Apparently, Truman brought us a "treat" from outside, carried it in from the deck and Christopher was the first to discover it.

There was a fair amount of chaos which followed, involving me screaming a bit and scrubbing Christopher down and Brian with a shovel (we weren't sure if it was playing dead or not). Christopher seemed surprised by our reaction. Why was Mommy yelling about a little baby squirrel in the house?

Long story short, Christopher thought it was fun, Truman was very proud of himself and if that baby squirrel was playing dead, he was very, very good at it. May he rest in peace.