So, last night, something totally random happened. I opened our front door to grab a package that was on our doorstep. Well, when I turned around Noob Daddy was running towards me half-screaming and half-flailing. Apparently, just as I had bent down to grab my package, Mr. Ballsy Sparrow flew into our kitchen with the intention of scaring the bejesus out of Noob Daddy (who was being kinda spectacular and washing dishes and bottles for me).
Anyway, Mr. Ballsy Sparrow hung out in the kitchen for a few minutes, fluttering and cootifying (I know that’s not a real word) all the nooks and crannies, before we eventually coaxed him back outside.