Funeral

Mikey asked me for a stick. As I was helping him to look for a stick I asked him what he needed it for. He told me he needed to see if the bird was dead or just sleeping and he didn't want to get any germs on him. Wait a second...what bird. Turns out that my storm door is so clean that a bird mistaken it for an open space. (He obviously wasn't looking at the bottom 3 feet of the door)
Unfortunately for the bird, this mistake turned to be fatal.My boys know that any dead animal could have "germs" jump on them (yep, that's what a four year degree in Microbiology has done for me), so they knew to not touch it. Todd had just returned from a 30 hour shift, so he helped the boys dispose of the body. We were just going to throw away the corpse, but the boys asked if we were going to bury it, so we transported it to the backyard, dug a hole, put the bird in and had a mini funeral. The boys asked if the bird was going to the Heaven. I'm pretty sure of it. While digging, Roger found a wormy. The joys of boys.