Ivan just walked down from upstairs with wide eyes and calmly said
" mom. there is a black bird upstairs"
please let this is not some sort of omen.
sure enough- darn bird snuck in through the vent in the room I have stripped raw to it's bones on our second floor.
after some ridiculousness he finally calmed down- LOOKED- and saw that the window was wide open for him, and simply flew out.
reminding me of how often we are too worked up to actually SEE our exit that is so clearly lit.