Yesterday, Liam and his dear friend Phoebe were outside for hours. I could see them running back and forth from the woods with little sticks and branches but the fruits of their labor were hidden behind our Christmas tree, which is sticking up from one of our mountainous snowbanks. Suddenly, he burst into the house with this grin plastered across his face so wide he could barely talk.
"Maybe my trap isn't big enough," he mused. "I might have to expand it."
I smiled, so happy to be working on a project to trap a turkey. I wonder if he has a plan of what he'll do with it if he catches one.