Birds of Prey

I love my new baby cousin, Tyler. He's bright and cute and likes to be held. (Family traits.) Sometimes he adopts a worried expression, which I didn't understand until I saw him watching football with his dad: "That's a terrible tackle," I overheard him saying. "Did you see that, Tyler? Don't ever let me see you doing that. You're going to WRAP AROUND THE KNEES, boy!" Of course, this is the same man who, when I mentioned that I was thinking about buying a pet bird, encouraged me to get a hawk. "Can't go wrong with a bird of prey," he said. "Guys dig birds of prey." Also, apparently, beta fish.

November 27, 2003

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