Back to the ER for another bill, two more stitches, and a gauze wrap around his head. He'll be three in a couple weeks. We will be glad when the terrible twos are in the rearview mirror.
I babysat Liam and Alex this week. I took them to the playground and screamed at the top of my lungs when I saw Alex at the top of the slide leaning over. Off to the car with two kids screaming that they didn't want to leave.
The park is wooded and has lots of picnic benches. As we drove down the lane, I saw a man who appeared to be snoozing on a picnic table with this macaw on his chest. I stopped the car, rolled down my window and showed the protesting boys. The art of distraction works at any age.
The man asked if the boys wanted to see his bird up close. He walked to the car, and the macaw rode his arm perch. As it neared the open car window, the bird started screeching. "She's three years old and acts like a two-year-old kid!" the man complained.
"Sir, I know exactly what you mean. They live a long time, don't they?"
Well the man looked half a century old himself. "What are you going to do?" I asked.
He laughed as we said goodbye to the bird who couldn't get enough of his handler/owner's smooching.
Let me tell you, a peck on the lips took on new meaning for wide-eyed Liam and Alex.