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September 17, 2009

Death.

Several weeks ago we found an "old died bird" in the backyard. We look at it, talked about it and even moved its broken body around a bit before we buried it in the backyard so, as I always say about our vegetables in the compost bin, it could "turn back into dirt". Art wanted to give it a toy so it would have something to play with. Ah, three-years-old. I love how he can protect himself from hard things by creating a story that makes it feel better. Of course, it helps that he doesn't really know better, but its rather nice.

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