Gone Huntin'

For a while, every time Drew brought up the subject of going hunting, Livy would shake her finger at him and frantically say,

"No, no, no, Daddy! We do NOT shoot deer! Them are nice!"

Drew and I got a kick out of it every time. She was so adamant about being nice to the deer. Then I guess she heard him talk about it enough, she started coming around to the idea. Let's face it... it's a way of life in the south. So recently she has been talking non-stop about going deer huntin'.

This morning after breakfast, they got dressed in their dark colored clothes (so they can hide from the deer, according to Livy), and they went deer huntin' in the backyard. Livy was so excited... She found lots of deer traps (tracks)!

The Easter Egg Hunter

In our garage, there's a pair of camouflage waders hanging on the wall. Its a tight fit trying to squeeze the truck in the garage, so I actually use the waders to gauge how far I need to pull up... When I see the waders move, I know I can stop. Great system, right? :)

Tonight as we were pulling in, Livy noticed the waders for the first time and asked what they were. I told her that those were daddy's waders. She asked what waders were so I told her that daddy wears them when he goes hunting. Her eyes got really big and she said,
"Ohhh! When daddy goes huntin for Easter eggs?"

I tried not to laugh and just said, "Yep, absolutely! When daddy hunts Easter eggs." Oh, that girl!