|This is how I choose to remember the squirrel.|
And then the conversation started. It begins with the four year old.
Why is the squirrel dead?
How did he died?
Why did he died?
What was he doing?
Where was he going?
Where does he live?
Where is his family?
His brothers chimed in with colorful descriptions of what he was doing there and how he died. Then, Adam realized he left something back at the house. We had to turn around. No one cared because it meant we got to see the squirrel two more times, each time driving past even slower (the last time we came to a full stop) to get a look at the squirrel.
And then I got to explain what happens to dead animals on the road. But my explanations were soon drowned out by very graphic descriptions of dead animals. And mention of exploding animals.
Have you seen the exploding whale video? (It's gross and graphic!)
That's when you know you are the mama of boys. Dirty, stinky, gross boys.
But it sure makes for an interesting van ride.