Okay so everyone knows that I am one of the biggest animal people ever - I mean I do like dogs more than I like most people - just because with a dog you know what you get. You get a nose in the crotch "aka the dogs personal playground", you get the feeling of being needed and wanted all at the same time and if you are lucky, you get a great cuddle bug.
Anyway, my kids both have inherited my love me of animals. We actually saw an armadillo today on the road - we were at a stop sign and the kids were almost crying because apparently this poor creature had been hit and drug down the road. What was left of its carcass was in a neat little package right beside the car for the kids to gawk at.
A few weeks ago Andrew and I were on a run. And he asked me what we were having for dinner. I told him fried catfish. Andrew is not a fish eater so I was really surprised that he said he wanted to go try the fish because he was told in order for him to go fishing he needed to be able to eat what he caught. So I said "great!!! You should try the fish"
Then as we ran a little longer, he said "I think I want to go hunting". Now this surprised mye since Andrew still cries when he talks about my parent's dog dying last year. And he went on to tell me that he was told that in order to go hunting he needed to be ready to eat what ever he killed. I told him I thought that was a great idea - then he said "Well, I guess I better shoot a cow". OMG I about died right there in the middle of the street because he was seriously thinking that he could go and just hunt and shoot a cow. So I asked him about chicken and he said "I can eat chicken . . . I could shoot a chicken."
I love the way a child's mind works . . .
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