Years ago, the words I hated the most are far far far different from what spooks me these days.
Ally: "Mooooooommmmm, there's some kind of a weird dead thing out here"
Me: (in my head- oh please no, no no no, please don't make me come out there and examine it, I can't, I won't, please no) "Really- let's go see"
Ally: "See, what is that?"
Me: "Oh that's just half a mouse darling, nature at it's best. One of the cats probably got it, or a bird. It's how nature works" (in my head- oooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh! Gross, gross, gross, oh no, poor mouse, poor little half a mouse, gross gross gross. Damn cat)
Ally: "That's cool"
Ally: " I said that's cruel"
Me: (in my head- Thank God, I thought she was a freak)
Me: "Daddy will take care of it when he get's home honey"
Me: "Dan- get home now- there's half of a weird dead thing in the front yard that is clearly more important than your career"
I hate it when the kids find strange little dead things in the yard. Baby birds, dead momma birds, half of furry creatures- ick. I spared you the pictures- you're welcome.