Zed loves looking at the neighbor's outlandish Christmas decorations. He'll run to our living room window every ten minutes or so, flap his wings a few times, and then go back to what he was doing.
Except when it's time to go bed.
After we read him his bedtime stories and close his bedroom door, he waits a few minutes and then hops out of bed to check out the lights some more.
How long does he stay there?
No telling.
But we have found him asleep on the floor beneath his bedroom window twice this week.
Song of the day: Old Borego by Switchfoot
The Problem With Living Next Door To The Griswolds
