"Mommy, why did Grammi poop on the car?"

Saturday we were lucky enough to make it to Arkansas for a day trip. Taxes, lunch and a movie (Rango... pretty cute) with Bruce's family, and then sandwiches and cake cakes with my family. I love getting to see everyone when we can!

I must report, though, that mom's birds were less than thrilled to see us. They did not approve of where I parked and showed their extreme displeasure with my car. They pooped all over the hood, the roof, all down the driver's side. It was a mess. When we went out to the car to leave, we had a laugh with Ashtyn about how Grammi's birds didn't like us parking there so they pooped on the car.

Then I've spent the last few days explaining over and over that Grammi herself did not poop on the car, but the BIRDS at Grammi's house pooped on the car. Can you imagine what Ashtyn was thinking? Oh my. Yesterday after school, she once again asked why Grammi pooped on the car. I again explained that Grammi didn't poop on the car but her BIRDS pooped on the car. "OOOOhhhh!" She wanted then to call Grammi and tell her that the birds at her house pooped on the car. Glad we cleared that up.