The other day I told Curtis that I wanted a horse, but that I would never get one because I would feel too bad for the horse having to be outside when it's cold.
I then remembered a funny childhood story . . .
When I was a child, I had a bird for a short while (a very short while). I'm not even sure where the bird came from (my aunt perhaps?).
Anyway, I clearly remember the day when I decided I didn't want the bird anymore. Not because I didn't enjoy the bird or didn't like feeding it or taking care of it. It was because I was worried that if the house ever caught on fire, I wouldn't be able to save the bird and it would die in the fire.
I never told anyone the reason for getting rid of the bird, but there you have it. Fear of avian smoke inhalation, third degree burns and ultimately death.
Haha! You are clearly an animal lover. It's funny, this for some reason reminds me of how when I was young and thought about what I would do if our house caught on fire, I thought it would be a good idea to throw things that were highly flammable, like rubbing alcohol, out of the window. I think being afraid of your bird burning makes far more sense. ;)
ReplyDeleteWhat a softie you are!! Remind me to never tell you what I have done to birds. In fact you have inspired a Memory Monday post for me :)
ReplyDeleteFunny. I know someone who wore through every nightgown she ever had because of corse you have to tuck your feet under due to the boogieman's nightly attempts to snatch untucked toes. She said that she remembered her mom complaining about it but she never told her what she was doing or why. I'm sure that I have some but this was the only story that came to me. I can't wait to see the funny things my own kids do.
ReplyDeleteWhat did you decide to do with that room?
And I am so glad that you used that color on a dresser. Now I know that I made a good choice!