My Hero

Jack and I went to the zoo on Saturday and, of course, rode the train. As we passed the Australia section, Jack got a bit panicky. A few months ago when he and I saw the lorikeets, I was feeding one of the birds from a cup of nectar and the feathered bastard bit my finger. That's not the kind of thing Jack forgets. He moved closer to me and put his arms around me. Then, he said, "I am protecting you from those birds so that one doesn't bite your finger again, Mommy."