Poor little guy

Yesterday afternoon I was mopping the kitchen floor, and when I opened our back door to take the rugs outside there was a little bird sitting on the door-step. I could tell that something was wrong with the bird - and I didn't want to disturb it so I shut the door and finished cleaning up the kitchen. Well a little while later I opened the door just to see if the bird was still there, and it was, but this time Carson was with me. He was fascinated by the bird and wanted to feed it some crackers and water. Carson did his best to get the bird to eat, but I knew that we weren't going to be able to help the bird. Sure enough, a few hours later the poor little bird passed away. So I thought since Carson was so concerned about the bird, I should have Paul dispose of the bird without a big commotion. Well after it got dark I opened the door just to check on the bird and it was gone. So I asked Paul if he had taken care of the bird, and he said "No". So I was wondering what had happened to the bird, when Carson promptly said - "I threw him". I said "You did WHAT?!?!" "Yeah Mom, I threw him". I asked him "Just WHERE did you throw him?".  "Over by the fence" Carson said. I asked him to "Show me!" So sure enough, we walked over by the fence and there was the poor life-less little bird. My sweet caring little Carson had let his little boy side take over! I can't believe he picked it up, and I definately cannot believe he threw it at the fence!! How many more "boys will be boys" moments are we going to have?