Thursday, February 5, 2009

A little bird told me...

Conversation yesterday morning:

Me: I'm so tired this morning.

Zoe: Why?

Me: This crazy bird was singing outside my window. ALL. NIGHT. LONG. I thought birds needed to be quiet at night so cats and raccoons wouldn't find their nests. He NEVER stopped singing.

Zoe: He must have found his true love, and wanted to sing about it.

I now feel completely guilty for having homicidal (bird-o-cidal?) thoughts about that bird.

1 comment:

Natalie said...

that is so cute! what a sweet girl!