Ghosts in the Playroom

Sabrina and Leslie came in our room early one morning to report, wide-eyed, that there were ghosts in the playroom. "We heard them. They sound like this, 'oooooooooohhhhh, ooooooohhh," Leslie said.

"Pigeons," Russ and I said together. We've caught the pigeon plague. Russell looked online and found a Rent-a-Hawk for a day service, which gets rid of them for awhile, but then they always come back.