Out of the mouth of babes--Out of the butt of birds

Haha! So this is Dave's story, but I am beating him to it.

Yesterday when I went to the bank with Laura, I got a large squishy present from a bird on my car window. Some people call it bird turd. I will call it bird diahhrea. I stared at the sheer volume of if, the copious diahhrea, and then I drove merrily home. With my window stuck down, but that is another story. I didn't give it another thought, and I just told the kids, when they asked, that it was bird poop. Cars is Dave's job, and I knew he would enjoy scraping off the bird diahrrea.

I didn't fully appreciate the largeness of the turd until last night when I talked to Dave on the phone while I was at work. He said Kamrynn told him all about the turd (don't you think turd is a funny word?). She told him proudly that there was a daddy bird, a mommy bird, AND a baby bird that all went poop on our car. What a clever little thing, huh? I hadn't even considered the possibility that it was a FAMILY of birds, dooing (hehe) their family thing, crapping on our car for their family home evening.

So hooray for the birds! You fly around in your sweet little family units and turd on our cars! Good for you, you Bird Turds!