December 15, 2003

In The Cross Section

We're putting the finishing touches in on our home renovations before Christmas. We'd reserved all the old trim because it's not easily replaceable. Maggie was cutting it to fit the new rooms, I was hammering it into place. At one point, Maggie had a piece of baseboard cap which was too long by about 1/2 inch or so. She used the radial arm saw to trim it to size, and off dropped a small cross-section of the trim. My daughter, Mattie, picked it up and brought it to me.

"Daddy - I've got a squirrel." she said.

I glanced down and saw she had a piece of trim. I started to tell her what it was.

"Honey." I said. "That's a ..." and she held it up to me so I could see it.


"Yep," I said. "That's a squirrel all right."

Posted by James at December 15, 2003 5:29 AM
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I'm beginning to wonder if your daughter has some weird squirrel issues...

Posted by: Bil at December 15, 2003 4:29 PM

If she does, she may have gotten them from me.

Posted by: James at December 15, 2003 5:53 PM


Posted by: Bil at December 15, 2003 11:43 PM

I have seen that squirrel before, it was a pretty weird trip. I had many squirrel friends as a kid. We were all weird.

Posted by: A nameless cousin at December 17, 2003 12:43 AM

At first, I thought you were showing a piece of French bread near a tire and it was going to be another "guess what this thing in the middle of the road is" bit.

My very next reaction was, "Hey, that looks like a squirrel."

Your daughter is absolutely right. A smart girl with a sharp eye.

Posted by: Patti M. at December 17, 2003 9:06 AM

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