Bird do-do. . .

Sunday morning at the breakfast table daughter says;
"Daddy, a bird pooped on my head."
Daddy- "Oh, yea, when."
Daughter - "When I was leaving the house."
Daddy - "Did this really happen?"  Looking at mom for conformation.
Daughter - "No, I just dreamed it."
After a morning of church and family visits, daughter and I finally got out to the cabin late in the afternoon.
Just as we were getting out of the car. . . .
a bird pooped on her head.

Really.