As we’re leaving Dill’s tonight I noticed that Mark Jr was walking to the van in sort of a strange way with that kid-look that says “let me act cool so Mom doesn’t notice anything strange about me”. Why do kids even try that?
He was carrying a pigeon hatchling that had been born just fifteen minutes or so prior to our leaving the sale. How do you explain to a thirteen year old city kid that the pigeon will probably die within the next few hours because he took him out of the nest and away from his mother.
My poor son. The poor pigeon.