Yesterday, in the bathroom at church, a sweet girl was telling us that her family was rescuing a baby squirrel and feeding it puppy formula.
"Well." Precious replied, "My cousin got a gun with bullets for his birthday, and his mama said he could shoot the squirrels that have been eating their eggs."
So there.
(I am ever the middle child, the voice of diplomacy; thus, I did clarify that the bullets were more like orange pellets, and that he was only planning to shoot at the squirrels.)
"Well." Precious replied, "My cousin got a gun with bullets for his birthday, and his mama said he could shoot the squirrels that have been eating their eggs."
So there.
(I am ever the middle child, the voice of diplomacy; thus, I did clarify that the bullets were more like orange pellets, and that he was only planning to shoot at the squirrels.)
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