Peter (5 yrs old) and I went out running errands tonight. I love being in the car with just him because he can talk without having his older brother correct nearly everything he says. (oh big brothers!) Anyway, after telling me he thought that it wasn't really summer because it's not hot enough, he started talking about the summer camps he wants to do. Here's how the conversation went...
Peter: Hey mom, did you find out if I'm old enough to go to football camp?
Me: No, I forgot to look. Let's check when we get home.
Peter: Well, we don't really need to, because I decided I'd rather go to hunting camp.
Me: What?
Peter: Hunting camp.
Me: What do kids do at hunting camp?
Peter: Look for animals, and shoot 'em.
Me: Oh. Wow. ummmmmm. what do you mean shoot 'em?
Peter: You know, with guns. You hide, look for animals, and then jump out and shoot 'em.
Me: I'm not really sure there is hunting camp around here.
Peter: YES, there is.
Me: Do you have to bring your own gun to hunting camp?
Peter: No, I bet they have them there. Kinda like how my soccer coach had that bag of balls at every practice.
Me: Okay, soooooooo, let's be sure to check on that football camp. Or maybe soccer camp.
I love that kid. Can you even imagine...hunting camp...where the "coach" shows up with a bag of guns? Ridiculous!
2 comments:
So funny!
That is hilarious. Papa might end up with a hunting partner yet. :)
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