Yesterday at the play ground the boy, whose language skillz are not yet mad, was telling me about a bird. A big bird. With big wings. And flying. And then he was telling me about a baby that was sleeping. And he seemed to be quite upset.
Did the bird wake up the baby? No, he said.
Did the bird scare the baby? He considered this a moment. No.
Did the bird fly over the baby? No.
The bird ate the baby in its mouth.
And the boy flapped his wings and said the bird had a very big mouth and opened his mouth wide and said that it was eating the baby.
Oh…right. When we got home, I showed him some stock images like this.
A positive ID. That was the dastardly bird in question.