Good gravy!

Large Fry is tearing around on the beach.

Gramma just hollered to ask what she was doing and point out that she's gone too far.

"I'm chasing a birdie!" Large shrieked as she ran pell-mell through a low-flying flock of seagulls.

"You did NOT tell her that," I said to Hubby.

"What?" Mom asked.

"You didn't tell her she could keep a sea gull if she caught it."

"I plead the Fifth."

"You did!"

Hubby shrugged cheerfully.  "I always tell them that."

Even reminding him that his brother's oldest daughter routinely chases birds and catches them does not dissuade him.

Some day, we're going to come home with a duck or goose or sea gull or something.