The boys were really sweet about our squirrel adventure yesterday. I forgot to mention in my previous post that Finn insisted on bringing a book in the car ride to the Humane Society because he thought the squirrel would like to look at the pictures. Ezra was sad because he didn’t get to hold the squirrel. (We would have let him hold him but we didn’t know he wanted to.) And, ever since we dropped him off they’ve been pretending to be baby squirrels. The first thing they did this morning when they woke up was ask to be wrapped up like a baby squirrel.
I should also mention that Bruce’s swaddling skills have not diminished in the last three and a half years since we stopped swaddling Finn.
Albeit a tad hypocritical having had a porcupine living in my bedroom that my parents didn’t know about, I am happy that there was no younger generational squirrel holding going on in Pasadena on Saturday. The squirrel was pretty cute and I do see some sort of pet in the boys future, but rabies are rabies.