Aden Thomas (4 years, 1 month)
Yesterday I sent Aden downstairs to pick up the mess of toys that he left scattered about the yard and a few minutes later I heard, "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!" in a frantic voice. I thought surely he'd come across a centipede or something so I rushed down the stairs ready to grab the shovel (to kill the centipede with.) But when I got down there he led me to a dead bird that he found (the work of the neighbor's naughty cat, no doubt.) I grabbed the shovel, scooped up the bird and tossed it into the vacant field next to our house. Aden looked at me with tears in his eyes and said,
"It's just so sad that that birdie died. It's so sad because we'll never get to hear its song again."
His words were spoken with such sweet sincerity that I nearly cried with him!
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