I give you the following conversation.
Me- Alright, little mr.j, your owl pellets have been on the kitchen table for a couple of days now. I'm going to throw them out.
Him- Nooooooo. There're skulls in there. Did you see the skulls?
Me- Yes, but I need the table back.
Him- But I'm not done looking at them Have you seen them?
Me- Yes, remember two days ago when we sat and you told me all about them and big brother kept saying, "you know where that comes from don't you?" And I kept telling him to be quiet. And then I thought that the owls pooped the pellets out, which I think now is wrong. I think now they must come up and out the other end but I haven't had time to research it yet and you told me they didn't teach you that in your first grade. Which I think Is a total missed opportunity. In first grade, gross is good. I bet if it had been discussed, you would know which end the pellet came out.
But I didn't say all that out loud. I just said yes.
Him- Please can I keep it?
And with a brilliant flash of owlish wisdom, it was my turn to talk again.
Me- How about we leave it on the end table as a Halloween decoration and after Halloween we take care of it?
And with that we have this year's only Halloween decorations up & and everybody's happy.
(Well, not really everybody because other household people want a lot more Halloween decor out and about, but I'm pre-functioning as the Halloween Grinch and the only other thing we are putting out is a jack o lantern if we can get it carved in time.)
PS- it's taken me two weeks to write this little post. The keys on my smarty pants phone are really little and i haven't even made time to find out to the which end question. Lots of becoming versed going on in my life right now. I'm so looking forward to getting it together again & sharing more with you!
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