I gave McKelle a plate of chips for a snack yesterday while we were swimming. She spilled about half of it on the ground, of course. So this morning while we're eating breakfast we watched birds come and eat McKelle's chips. I told Emory that the birds "hit the jackpot!" He started laughing saying, "pot, he's not a pot." Then the bird flew away for a while before coming back to which Emory notified everyone by saying, "the tea pot bird is back."
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