"No. It is in the corner. Come down here and look."
Quinn looks at me with tears forming in her eyes.
The tree she is talking about is a fake ficus tree in the corner that my dad had recently given me.
Yes, those are wires coming from it's feet.
Seriously, do they have to make these birds look so real?
The bird is still there. It looks so damn real I am afraid to touch it.
I hate that bird and the trauma it put me through this morning.
I promise you, it will sit there until the great (and heroic) husband moves it tonight.