What do you with a boy at 830 PM when he's had a bit too much sugar and the softball field across the street has the lights on?
Any guesses?
If you guessed let him run until he can't anymore you've got it right! We played tag, chase, run, and fake baseball. Just as Ian was starting the let's throw infield dirt game an owl flew over us. That prompted him to become an owl and there we have it!
We knew he was done when he came running and said he was a baby owl. I scooped him up and asked him were dirty baby owls took baths. He told me in ponds. Luckily we found a pond upstairs!
Now that owl is sleeping!
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
POTD 081908
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Little owl whhere did you fly to. Miss you..
Love you Mumzy
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