Only A Boy

This is a very gross story. You have been warned.

Henry has been very active this morning. By this I mean that he's been running up and down the halls, dragging Vivian backwards on the hardwoods in her fleece PJs, and rough housing with Ev. I kicked him out of the house. "To the backyard, Son." As I folded laundry by a window that faces the backyard, I peeked out and saw him riding his Lightning McQueen hot wheels. I smiled. Robbie entered the room and asked if I could see our son. He looked out and said, "Is there something dead out there? He just put his finger on something on the concrete, then pulled it back quickly." Soon he climbed onto his trike, and yes, he started driving his big front tire over and object, then back again. He did this multiple times as Robbie quickly made his way outside. He yelled for a plastic bag, sent Henry inside for handwashing help, and he looked repulsed. He told me that Henry had touched and run over the back half of a dead baby squirrel. As he drove over the carcus, poop squooshed out of it. Some of that got on Henry's arm sleeve. Disgusting!! My girls would have entered the house in hysterics had they come upon such a find. Our boy, however, decided to investigate it. He has strict instructions to tell a parent should he find any yucky animals in our yard again.