Thursday, April 30, 2009

Right This Minute.

Grayson nursing on my lap, the girls walk by to go outside.

"Where you going girls?



A: "Hunting. My cat eat WABBITS!" (The stuffed cat on a leash is hidden behind her skirt.)

H: "YEAH! We're taking this" (shows me her bow) "and we're going to hunt deer and moose and elk and everything with antlers and we're going to eat them because they taste so good. We're going to share them too, with people who don't have food. They'll like to eat them. But we have to go now, Mother, before they all run away."

OK. Have fun.

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