He's Worse Than the Dogs

I was outside picking up bits and pieces of shingles this morning* while Cubby wandered around on the lawn  outside the kitchen door when I heard, "That's something gross."

These are not words you want to hear from the mouth of your two-year-old.  Especially when that two-year-old is coming towards you with something in his hands.  When he got close enough, I identified it.

It was a dead mouse with its head chewed off.

GROOOOOSSSSS.

I immediately told him to drop it, of course.  Then I herded him inside to wash his hands, in the meantime explaining that it's really not a good idea to pick up dead animals with your hands.


And now, to get the image of a toddler running around with a headless mouse out of your head, I will leave you with this:

Smiling babies make everything better.

* Remnants of the roofing job that is THANK GOD FINALLY done.  Yay for A.!