Thursday, October 14, 2010

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?!"