Yesterday as I was sitting at the computer doing bills and balancing the checkbook I heard a commotion in the bathroom. Max was at school and Lily and Molly were asleep, so it could only be the cat, Oscar. It wouldn’t be that unusual for him to knock something over trying to get a drink in the sink, but the noise continued. Several things had been knocked over by the time I went to investigate.
When I went into the bathroom, I saw a small bird on the floor and the cat, who had apparently been trying to get the bird out of hiding, about to pounce. In this rare moment of quiet in the house, I really didn’t have time to chase down a bird. I needed to get some work done. So I grabbed the cat and closed the bird safely in the bathroom. And promptly forgot about it.
Later in the day, when the kids and Jay were all home, Ben went to use the bathroom and was surprised to find the bird, calmly sitting on the floor. Jay came to the rescue and carefully moved the bird to a safe spot outside, and our little wildlife excitement was over.
But today brought a funny little sample of how our family communicates, sometimes poorly, but we always seem to know what we mean. While Paisley was preening in the bathroom she came upon a little something left by the bird… poop. She puzzled over how or why or even if it was in fact bird poop on the bathroom counter, because she had not been around during the excitement of the previous day, and finally asked Ben, “Why is there bird poop in the bathroom?” To which he replied, “The bird pooped in the bathroom?”
We don’t have a bird, so this response didn’t make much sense to Paisley. So she asked Jay, “Why is there bird poop in the bathroom?” And he said…
Wait for it…
“The bird pooped in the bathroom?”
“WHAT BIRD?” Paisley wanted to know. So we let her in on the whole situation, which really wasn’t a big deal. But we all had a good laugh over the somewhat nonsensical answer that two family members gave her when she was trying to find out what happened.