Yesterday my daughter and I drove to the babysitters house to pick up my
two-year old son. We were about to get in the car to go home when I
noticed a baby birds in a nest in a nearby bush.
I gently picked up one of the birds to show my daughter and my son. "See?
It's a baby," I said, trying to calm down my son, who was scared of the
little bird.
"I don't want a baby, I don't want a baby," he was saying.
"He sounds just like his father," my daughter replied.
Sent in by Elinor I. Munoz
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