Every once in a while a bird will fly into the lobster traps that we have stacked in the yard…..and inevitably, like a lobster, get caught. Finn has taken it upon himself to check the traps each time we come home to make sure that hasn’t happened.
As soon as we pulled into the driveway yesterday I heard “uh oh” from the back seat. Finn threw his backpack, lunchbox, and jacket on the lawn (wet and muddy as it was) and sprang into action.
His smile at the end kills me. He’s a salty kid. He takes the lobster gear seriously and he’s always so happy to help a little friend in need.