She asked if we could have a picnic outside for lunch. She asked if I would make her peanut butter sandwiches cut into the shape of carrots. (caution: never cut sandwiches into shapes with cookie cutters unless you want to do it forever!)
Then I got lunch ready, hauled Mr. Jenny out of his office, and herded a squirmy 3 1/2 year old to the patio table.
Earlier in the day I happened to notice a pile of bird feathers by our bedroom door. Lately it seems there has been a nightly marauder leaving bird feathers but no bird carcasses behind, and although I wasn't surprised to see another pile, I was worried that our sweet, little innocent Mo might be upset by this.
I meant to have Mr. Jenny clean up the mess before Mo got home from pre-school.
But I forgot.
So I cautioned my husband not to let little Mo go by the feathers because I didn't want to have to explain about a bird getting massacred on the lawn.
After she scarfed down her sandwich and her orange slices and her strawberries, she got up to go swing.
And she looked over and saw the bird feathers.
With a horrified look on her face she walked closer and peered at them.
"Gwamma," she said slowly, "Why are these feathers here? Where is the bird?"
I went into a big song and dance about how maybe since it was getting warmer the bird molted some of his feathers and blah, blah, blah.
Morgan walked slowly back to the table with her little forefinger on her lower lip...something she does when she is thinking hard.
I thought she was going to cry.
But instead, in a very slow voice she said...
"Listen Gwamma. Maybe a wolf came into your yard all sneaky and went walking up to the bird really, really slooooowwwwlllly and when the bird wasn't looking the wolf JUMPED ON THE BIRD AND KILLED IT! AND RIPPED THE FEATHERS OFF! AND ATE IT!"
Hmmm....so much for singing "The Circle of Life" from Lion King to comfort her.
And that is my Little, Lovely, Lyrical L story!
And this post is linked to Alphabe-Thursday!