My sister-in-law emailed this to me the other day. I thought it was awesome and wanted to share it. They were driving home from day care when this conversation took place.
Mom: "Look, Brian, you can see a deer's antlers in the back of that pickup truck."
Brian: "Oh. Is it dead?"
Mom: "Umm, yes."
Brian: "Did the driver kill it?"
Mom (suddenly wishing she hadn't pointed it out): "Umm, yes. He was hunting and killed the deer."
... Pause...
Brian: "Where did he hunt? There are no forests around here!"
Mom: "Maybe he went hunting in Kansas and is driving home now."
Brian: "Oh."
... Pause...
Brian: "Why did he kill the deer?"
Mom (now REALLY wishing she hadn't pointed it out): "Well, honey, some
people hunt deer so they can have the meat. Do you remember the deer
sausage Uncle Howard sent us that was so yummy?"
Brian: "Yes. Did Uncle Howard kill the deer?"
Mom: "Yes. He did."
... Pause...
Mom (glancing into the back seat expecting to see tears, but seeing a puzzled face on Brian): "What are you thinking?"
Brian: "Mom, how old do I have to be until I can go hunting with Uncle Howard?"
Guns don't kill. Blood thirsty preschoolers do. :P
Posted at December 5, 2005 09:42 AMHah!, to Howard and to Chris
Posted at December 5, 2005 02:46 PM