This boy…

…just might be my hero.  To date this week he has picked up 3 dead moles (one that made it into the house, one that made it almost into the house…nasty little Floyd sneaks them in…and one that stayed where it belonged in the yard) and fished one dead opossum out of the pool.  I don’t like doing these things.  I admit it freely.  I think it’s disgusting and I want nothing to do with it.  He does it for me (even got out of bed to get the one that was very near decapitation).  He doesn’t taunt me with them.  He doesn’t complain.  All I have to say is, “Alden, there is a dead ____” and he gets up and takes care of business.  Heroic to a momma that doesn’t like dong such things and has a husband who works a lot.