eagle

C.C.: [Points out car window] "Oh look! An eagle! OMG, it's totally an eagle!" Me: "Um, that's not an eagle. That's just a crow with a piece of bread in its mouth." C.C.: "Uh, huh. You're right. OK. This does not leave this car." Me: "The hell it doesn't." T.T.: "And to think, we get to see it eating its natural prey—bread." C.C.: "All right. Enough." Me: "You know, eagles developed their keen vision so they could spot wild herds of bread from a mile in the air. Then they swoop down and snatch one before it escapes." C.C.: "Enough!"…