on sunday i noticed a squirrel with a hurt leg in the yard. on monday david found it dead under the lilac bush. so when i got home in the afternoon with eliot we had a little funeral for mr. squirrel. and yes, i dug the hole and inserted the squirrel myself. i do dig holes for a living you know. anyway it was a special fifteen minutes with eliot. we made a cross and found a heart shaped rock and leaf to put on mr. squirrel's grave, and then we said a few words.
eliot: is the squirrel ok?
me: well remember his leg was hurt yesterday?
me: well the good thing is that he isn't in any more pain.
eliot: but the bad thing is he's dead.
me: uh. yeah. that is very true.
that kid doesnt miss a thing.