Brooke and Calvin went to Kansas City this past weekend for a baby shower, so Meg and I were home on Saturday by ourselves. For once, Meg did a wonderful job of staying upstairs in her room playing after she woke up and didn’t come downstairs to wake up Daddy until 8:15 or so. Believe you me, this was great.
She comes into our room and points out the time, I ask her if she slept well, and we go through our usual morning routine. I then ask her whether she closed her bedroom door so that Sam doesn’t go in (as that’s where her fish resides and I’d prefer not to deal with a half-eaten fish). She says she closed her door, and Sam’s in Calvin’s room. She also said…
“There’s a bird in Calvin’s room.”
To which I replied…
“Uh huh…”
I turn on the TV for her, get her some cereal, proceed to check the internet to see what happened overnight. Nothing too crazy. But then she brings up the bird again.
“There’s a bird up in Calvin’s room.”
“Meg, there’s no bird in Calvin’s room. Please don’t make things up.”
“But there’s a bird in Calvin’s room.”
“Meg, lying is not okay. Please don’t make things up. It isn’t very nice.”
We continued with our morning. To help entertain her a bit, I grabbed a few games for the Kindle and she sat on my lap while I showed her how to play.
A bird flew from the dining room into the living room, landing on our window blinds.
“There’s a bird, Daddy.”
“…..”
Needless to say, I apologized to Meg for not believing her, followed by me locking Sam in our bedroom while I opened the kitchen door in order to convince the bird to kindly leave our home. Thankfully, it didn’t take long and he/she left without much of a fuss.
How did this bird get in the house? No idea. Our landlord poked around yesterday and couldn’t find anything obvious, either. Best we can tell is it came in through the basement somehow, and then during the night, made its way up to the main floor and then the top floor where, thankfully, Calvin wasn’t sleeping that night.
At the very least, I know to listen to my almost-4-year-old a bit more carefully when she makes wild claims. About birds being upstairs.
Nana’s been waiting for this story to appear. Per-fect!! This is so classic and a great story for Meg to hold over your head down the road! Good Job Meg!!!
Even after hearing this story a couple of times last weekend I still laughed when reading this 🙂