Anna and I made our first snowperson of the winter yesterday. It was nice and warm out and our snow was perfect for it.
She was all about it, of course. She helped me roll the balls and pat down the snow. I set her up with tasks. Once the base was done I had her add snow to it and try to make it more round while I went and rolled the second ball.
"Daddy? What's this?" she asked and started carefully walking toward me with an upturned hand.
"That's rabbit poop, Anna. Just throw that over by the trees."
She knew it was rabbit poop. We followed some rabbit tracks only 15 minutes earlier and there was a trail of yellow holes in the snow with a little rabbit poop at the bottom of each one. She was fascinated.
"Birdies eat the poop Daddy?"
"No Anna, birds don't eat the poop. Birds eat seeds."
I think she was confused because we saw a big hole in the snow and ground earlier where a squirrel had dug up a nut. I explained why the hole was there and we followed the squirrel tracks over to a tree.
Poop in the snow -> nut in the ground -> squirrel eating -> tree -> bird eating -> birds eat poop.
I love thinking in two year old logic.
And yes, there is rabbit poop all over our back yard. Last spring I knew exactly where the snowman used to be because of the huge pile of rabbit poop left over. It's harmless I suppose, and well worth seeing those little buggers hopping around out there.
She's hugging the snowman in that one up there.
"Anna likes the snow," she says. On days like yesterday, I do too.