Oh — before I go…first thing I thought of, after “oooh pretty colors!”:
A friend and I once took his then 3-year-old son to a local lake where people used to feed the ducks (now we know it’s not wise but this was years ago)
He handed his son the bag of stale bread they’d brought…and the kid walked towards the lake… Then instead of reaching in to take out a crust to throw, as he’d been instructed, he held up the open bag and started throwing handfuls into the sky…
All of a sudden we couldn’t see anything but ducks, covering him, dive-bombing him…. Sorta like Tony, here, but all white…
His dad ran to him, heart in mouth, yelling at the birds, driving them away…And there stood a gleeful little boy, unscathed, with his head up, his arms outstretched….cooing “more Daddy, more!”
Oh — before I go…first thing I thought of, after “oooh pretty colors!”:
A friend and I once took his then 3-year-old son to a local lake where people used to feed the ducks (now we know it’s not wise but this was years ago)
He handed his son the bag of stale bread they’d brought…and the kid walked towards the lake… Then instead of reaching in to take out a crust to throw, as he’d been instructed, he held up the open bag and started throwing handfuls into the sky…
All of a sudden we couldn’t see anything but ducks, covering him, dive-bombing him…. Sorta like Tony, here, but all white…
His dad ran to him, heart in mouth, yelling at the birds, driving them away…And there stood a gleeful little boy, unscathed, with his head up, his arms outstretched….cooing “more Daddy, more!”