Help control the robin population...
Tuesday was a fun-filled day of excitement. I packed-up The Girl and headed off to The Boy's school as a chaperon for the 3rd Grade Picnic. There were games, kids frolicking on the playground, good food, summer birthday celebrations, and a water balloon toss ending with the adults pegging the kids with the remaining water balloons. A good time was had by all.
Later that night, we decided to eat dinner outside. Well, all of us with exception of The Girl who had decided she didn't want dinner. The Husband had made the discovery that there seemed to be an inordinate amount of robins flying about. So, I remarked, "Well, I guess you never can have too many robins, now can you?" To which The Boy replied, "Um, yeah Mom, you can. It's called overpopulation."
Somebody remind me when he got so dang smart?
Later that night, we decided to eat dinner outside. Well, all of us with exception of The Girl who had decided she didn't want dinner. The Husband had made the discovery that there seemed to be an inordinate amount of robins flying about. So, I remarked, "Well, I guess you never can have too many robins, now can you?" To which The Boy replied, "Um, yeah Mom, you can. It's called overpopulation."
Somebody remind me when he got so dang smart?