Ick. Ick. Ick.

Evan: “I buried the mouse that the cat killed.”
Me: “Thank you for being so helpful. You didn’t bury it with your hands did you?”
Evan: “No. It had some red stuff, so I ran over it with my bike to get all the red out. Then, I buried it. I used a shovel.”

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