Last night as A. was cleaning and skinning a duck outside on the picnic table, the following words came out of my mouth:
"Jack, don't run off with the hatchet."
"Cubby, don't bring that duck foot inside."
"Jack, leave the neck alone. It's bloody."
"Charlie, Daddy's butchering the duck. Do you want one of the wings or a foot to play with?"
To that last one, A. shook his head in amusement and said, "Listen to yourself."
Indeed. Funny how we become 36-year-old people our 16-year-old selves wouldn't recognize, isn't it?
So which did he take? Wing or foot or both?
ReplyDeleteMiL: Foot. And then he left it on the front porch where Mia found it and ate it. Good times.
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