we can't fix it

We found a dead bird and sweet little George was really concerned.  He kept going back over and over again to look at it.  He talked about it for the rest of the day.  "We can't fix it." "That mommy bird is dead." "I think someone pushed it.  That's not very nice."  

I was touched by his sincerity and his concern.  He's such a caring, gentle, sensitive little guy.