Friday, October 19, 2007

Poor Squirrel

The other day when Dawson and I were walking back from the park we say a squirrel lying in the road that had apparently been hit by a car. My little empathetic boy talked about this poor squirrel for the remainder of our walk home. Here are some of the things he was saying:

Poor squirrel.
He got a boo-boo.
He's so sad.
He wants his Mommy.
His Mommy will kiss it and he'll be happy.

It's interesting to see how his little mind interprets things. And so sweet that he thinks a mommy can make everything better. He frequently says that when he thinks something or someone is sad: "He wants his Mommy."

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