Those boys have endless energy and if 30 minutes of them acting like maniacs and scaring homeless people makes for a more manageable afternoon, then I am all for it.
As always, there were nasty pigeons and little finches eating up the scraps from the nearby snack spot.
Big E had found another little boy to run around with. The two boys were slowly circling a Pigeon.
THEY'LL BITE YOU!
Big E alerted the other little boy to their impending attack and subsequent doom.
The little boy's face registered a look of panic and he ran off. His puzzled father was left to comfort the little boy.
BIG E! THEY DO NOT BITE! STOP SCARING YOUR FRIENDS!
Look, I am the first to say I hate pigeons. They rate extremely high on my skeeve out scale. But I'm pretty sure they are not attack pigeons. Unless you are a piece of bread.
This isn't the first time Big E has pulled the biting card.
Where is he getting this stuff?
Does he sneak out of his bed at night and watch a double feature consisting of The Birds and Piranha?
Maybe I'm raising the next Eli Roth? Mr. Yoy would be so excited!
On a related note, our visit to NYC next weekend is going to epic if Big E thinks the pigeons will attack him.
In my son's sick world, this is what would happen.