So you can Imagine how upsetting it was to walk into my garage and find part of Squirrel's little body on the floor, obviously done in by none other than....Kitty. Poor little thing. Oh the boys were upset. E especially. He decided to bury Squirrel and so he was buried with his nuts (!?) and the tears of a seven year old, under his favourite Hazelnut tree. E decorated his grave, with flowers and rocks, the next morning and seems to be feeling a little better after a few "circle of life" talks. We could hear a few other squirrels squawking throughout the day so we are pretending to ourselves that it was a "stranger squirrel from the mountain" that Kitty got instead of "ours". I know, I know, but strangely this makes us feel better. But you can bet that I am suffering from some serious bad karma thoughts towards myself and I didn't dare tell the boys what I wrote about the squirrel on here. They are total believers of "the secret" and this momma would not be very popular if they felt that I had put the Kitty get the Squirrel thought out there.
On a brighter note, W has decided that he wants to make t-shirts this year, with messages that he thinks are funny or inspiring. He got some shirts from the thrift store on our last visit, and this is the first one that he made. He is pretty anti-T.V anyway, but he read an article in Owl magazine about the amount of time that most people spend in front of the T.V. He added up the hours that most kids are in school, sleeping hours, T.V. hours and threw in an hour for eating and realized that...WOW!...kids have no play time. So, he likes his shirt.