The other night before dinner we were all outside enjoying some family time down in the common. The kids were running and playing and arguing about who was going to drink out of the water bottle (what's new). Lorelei went off in her own direction to explore over by the picnic tables. Something caught her eye on the picnic bench and boy was she drawn to it like a moth to a light bulb. She goes over and I see her touch something and then lick her finger. I yelled for Mike to see what she was eating. Okay, so my exact words were "What is she EATING? It better not be bird poop!" while motioning Mike to get her. He gets over to her, but not before she DOUBLE DIPPED and he starts wiping her mouth frantically. All the while, I am still sitting on my butt not at all alarmed by this action for she is my second born. Mike gets her interested in a different direction and comes over to me and says "Yep, it was bird poop". Yes, you heard me right. I have heard it is good luck if a bird poops on you (who makes this stuff up anyway), so just IMAGINE how lucky my little Lorelei is going to be!
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