Like rain on your wedding day, Olin received one of the ultimate so-called omens of good luck on Sunday when a pigeon went potty right on his head while having lunch in Central Park. While I was mortified and disgusted, Olin was entirely unfazed. Thank goodness for diaper wipes and thank goodness it was Olin and not me (or Josh) because I am afraid that neither of us could have ever recovered from it! I am still grossed out just thinking about it.
Post incident, Olin had a wonderful time attempting to feed the birds that Grandpa Carl lured to our table with handfuls of french fries. I don't know that Olin actually managed to get food to the birds, but we all had a great time watching him try!
Oh, we love him so.
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