We came home after our morning outing and while I was busy putting the stroller away, getting lunch set out, etc. I heard Jonah yelling "SNAKE!" Sure enough, we was pointing to a snake curled up in our window well. We watched during lunch as the snake slithered up the window and stretched out in the sun for an afternoon nap.
Fast forward a few days, Jonah and Daddy found an unfortunate snake on the road. I wonder if Jonah understands what it means that the snake is dead?
