They Took Aim And Won

One day I was sitting at a traffic light on the way to taking T. to preschool. R. was also in the car with us, well, because she's too young to leave at home alone. Plus, she'd probably burn the house down.

Anyway, R. said, "OOOHHH look at all of those birdies!"

Then T. asked, "Mommy, why are there so many birds up on the wires?"

I looked up from my cell and stopped texting (JUST KIDDING, I thought I'd throw in a Britney Spears quip. You know, for search engine optimization!) Sorry for that, it's 4 am and I can't sleep, I am a bit slap-happy.

Okay, back to my story. I thought to myself, "Yeah, another opportunity to mess with them!" Because, I'm just fun like that. I swear the things I tell them. They still think that factory chimneys are cloud makers.

I looked up at the wire above and see a MILLION birds. Seriously, it looked like a scene from Alfred Hitchcock's "The Birds".

"Oh, they are playing Bomb's Away!"

T. responds, "Bomb's Away? What's that?"

"Well, they sit on the wire and when a car drives by they let a poop go. They squawk to each other in bird language; BOMB'S AWAY! Each time they hit a car they get points. There are different points for different spots of the car they hit."

And then it happened, as though on cue, one of the little peckerheads crapped on my windshield.

"Mommy? How many points is that?"

Anybody got a BB gun I can buy?