Patrick came home with a bag full of owl pellets yesterday. He was busting at the seams because he spent his entire science class dissecting the fur covered pieces. As often happens, I was multi-tasking when he recounted his scientific laboratory experience, so I only half listened to what he was saying.
You can imagine my surprise then when I sat down to work with him this morning and he pulled out a Ziploc bag of hair-covered bones and fished them out onto the table.
"We have to glue these onto a piece of paper and label them," he explained as he picked through the wet, matted mass of fur and bones.
"And what are
things?" I asked, disgustedly. I knew this wasn't going to be good.
"I told you, Mom, these are owl pellets," he said.
"What are owl pellets?"
"Remember, Mom? I told you already! Owl pellets are the bones that come from an owl's throw up after he's eaten a mouse," Patrick said. "These are mouse bones!" he said, triumphantly waving a hind leg under my nose.
going to puke," I said. "You mean we have to actually glue these to paper? I'm not touching those things. You're going to have to do it."
To which Patrick replied, "This is the most disgusting, most awesomest thing I've ever done!"
Call me selfish, but I draw the line at wading through animal puke. The human waste products I deal with are enough,
While I was driving, Camille sighed wistfully as she confessed,
"You know, that Ben Seeley is soooooo handsome. I like him."
Ben, one of Patrick's close friends, is 11 years old and in the fifth grade.
and thinks he's cute. I'm nervous about her teen years.
Yes, I am.
Someone absconded with my camera and took some action shots.
Christopher to me as I was bending over to hand him something,
"You have a big butt, Mom."
And my confidence was officially bolstered for the entire day.
Camille on the balmy 50* weather:
"It's hot out here!"
And some photos. Because he's so cute, I can't stand it.