The Dead Bird...

(I am posting this here for my followers on this blog. This is originally posted from dorothysvinyard.info)

This morning, my little girl saw this dead bird on the terrace floor. She called me immediately and pointed at it with teary eyes. She said she pitied the bird. Then she changed the tone of her voice, speaking in a quite distinct adult like manner, as she explained to me that what happened to the bird is similar to the story Teacher Marissa told them in class. So I asked her to tell me what the story was and she started recounting about a mommy bird with three little birdies who mommy birdie told not to go anywhere else but stay right at their nest. Unfortunately for one of them who disobeyed mommy birdie, went out the nest and hurt itself. So I asked her if the action of the little birdie was good or bad. And she told me it is not good not to listen to mommy birdie. I told her that children should always listen to their mommies because mommies love their kids and would not want them to get hurt or hurt others. She listened intently, looked me in the eye and asked me about the dead bird on the floor. I didn't know what to say except that the ants will benefit from it now that it's dead. She then told me we should bury the birdie... and so we did. The funny part was when Zarelle got a candle and a lighter from the altar (has easy access for her) and told me we should pray so the bird will go to birdie heaven... hmm.. I do not know where she got this idea...