Life Lessons

Cubby and I were sitting on the couch yesterday, hanging out while he digested his most recent meal, when I heard the unmistakable snarling that meant the dogs were killing something large. So I hauled us both up off the couch (a task that's getting harder and harder as the child expands) and looked out the window just in time to see Otty running across the front lawn with a woodchuck in her mouth and Leda in hot pursuit. Leda was no doubt hoping she could wrestle this delectable prize away from Otty and have a good ole chew.

Later in the day, Mia sauntered over to Cubby's chariot* with the back half of the woodchuck in her mouth, apparently considering it her duty to feed the newest member of the pack some nice nutritious meat instead of this milk garbage. I thanked her kindly and called A. over to dispose of the woodchuck ass by flinging it into the gully with a pitchfork. I then took the opportunity to explain to Cubby that this is why we don't kiss the nice doggies on the mouth.

He can never learn too early.

* As was suggested by several people, I believe Cubby was running a low fever yesterday that made him colder than usual. We put him in his Cubby Bear suit (over his already-warm fleece sleeper) and he immediately went to sleep and stayed asleep for a few hours. He's better now. Which means he was bright-eyed and raring to go at 4:30 this morning. Whee.