"Erin! Erin! Erin!"
"Gross! What does Tipa have in his hands?... is that?... Yuck!... TIPA IS CARRYING AROUND TWO DEAD CHICKENS!"
This is what I hear as I walk out of the kitchen after breakfast this morning. Yes, Tipa was, in fact, carrying around two dead chickens by their broken necks- first he de-feathered them one by one- and was then flailing them around attempting to get a rise out of Erin.
Erin, however, did not fall completely into Tipa's trap, unlike the younger children, with whom he was chasing around the large tree with his cryptic Tipa face on.
Moral of the story- Boys do gross things- no matter the age, no matter the location.