This is the dead bird Jack and I found in the yard yesterday. Since Cliff had school last night, it is still in the yard waiting for him to dispose of it.
As if the questions Jack started asking about the baby
and how it will get out of my stomach
(he thinks it is coming out of my mouth and is worried I will chomp down on it),
we had to top it all of with the dead bird talk.
Jack says dead means "killed and blood".
For now, I am going with that.
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