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.
Of course this great photo opportunity came at the price of having to Lysol my entire kitchen this morning. Touche, sparrow!
I think I would have just about had a heart attack in that situation.
I almost replied “an infant bathtub”– everytime I see a sink I still think about how I use to bath my daughter in it.
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That’s too funny!
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