So... ever since we hit the darned deer a few months ago, Deakon has become OBSESSED with talking about and searching for deer everytime we are in the car. (see the quote on the side about wanting to be a deer when he "gets bigger") He asks a million questions about where they live, what they eat, what kind of blankets the use, where their friends are, what kind of friends they have... the list could go on and on and on. Saturday night after we enjoyed a yummy meal catered to my gluten-freeness at Pizzaberg in Okotoks with J&J we drove home and Deakon started in on the deer. (I want to hurt whoever put a million deer crossing signs on the side of the road) This was the best comment from the drive:
"Do the deers live in the salad?"
"Pardon???"
"Do the deers live in the salad?"
"Oh, do you mean forest?"
"Ya"
2 comments:
the deer! did i forget to tell you that mat pointed out to me that along the side of the road quite near to your incident there is a deer carcass that apparently you can only see from the window of a vehicle high enough...like the cochrane commuter? i've tried to look out our car window...haven't seen it but i know its there. i'm pretty sure i know who hit it too...!!
teo has the a similar obsession with deer - although when he grows up he wants to be a deer hunter like my dad. asks my dad frequently where the right place on a deer is to hit with an arrow to kill it instantly. also asks if a deer has a...penis. *blush*
ha ha... classic! Love his imagination!
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