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Squirrel Feeder
"Mommy, I'm going to feed da squorrels," he exclaimed in eye-sparkling, four-year-old exuberance just before dashing outdoors, slamming the kitchen door behind him.
When the baby's tummy was full I stepped outside and was surprised to find him busy collecting materials to build a fort.
"Did you feed the squirrels?" I asked.
He led me to a patch of dirt under the crepe myrtle tree. "Dis is my squorrel feeder," he said with a grin. "Won't dey be happy?!"
Indeed.