(Big Newscaster Voice) - "Last week on THOUGHTFUL THURSDAYS: The Comedian's idle stream-of-concsiousness thoughts on... just about anything!... The Comedian spoke earnestly about, her dog - Ginger.
Today, she shares with us her profound thoughts about...Hunting Season
Last night we ran out of soy sauce (shocking I know) and as I was making chinese fried rice The Comedian and I went around the corner to our neighborhood store to grab some. An innocous trip, to be sure. However, recall I live in Southern Vermont and futher be informed that Hunting season started this week. (Note: Hunting season IS a season here, like Spring, Summer, Mud season, haying season and black fly season...)
We pull into the parking lot and there are a large number of pick-up trucks, camo-clad men and their proud ladies gathered around...the scales. The Comedian, always the curious one peeks through the crowd and announces, "That's not a deer. That's a bear!"
(minor note: we then saw two dead deer in the back of the pick up trucks as I steered her through the crowd and into the store)
Once in the car, she began the verbal mental processessing I knew was coming:
"I this it was a baby bear, but it wasn't a big bear, but I don't like he to shoot a baby. I didn't see he head. The baby bear had blood but I didn't see he head. The deer have a head. He have blood too, but he not fighting. Grampa's deer fighted, but the bear have blood and I not like he to hurt baby bears. I not like he to shoot a gun. (slight pause) Mama, will he eat he bear?"
(Fun Fact: Gramp and Gram bought both my girls their LIFETIME hunting and fishing licenses for the first birthday. Sweet, huh?)
ME: "I don't know sweetie. I hope not."
WELCOME TO MY "OTHER" BLOG!
If you are coming from Building Heavenly Bridges (BHB), WELCOME and if you are finding me for the first time and looking for support after a loss, then please check me out at my grief/loss blog!
This blog is a series of anecdotes from our life after losing our first child, a stillborn daughter, then going on to birth the two other lights of our lives!
Bear is 6: serious, organized, my cruise director and my time keeper.
The Comedian is 4: She is pure comedy always doing something unintentionaly funny that I attempt to put into words.
Enjoy our stories, conversations, and delights as we embrace the lives of our second and third daughters without ever negating our first.
This blog is a series of anecdotes from our life after losing our first child, a stillborn daughter, then going on to birth the two other lights of our lives!
Bear is 6: serious, organized, my cruise director and my time keeper.
The Comedian is 4: She is pure comedy always doing something unintentionaly funny that I attempt to put into words.
Enjoy our stories, conversations, and delights as we embrace the lives of our second and third daughters without ever negating our first.
Children's Widsom - Quote of the week...
"I Wish Emma Was Alive Because I Would Tell Her Where The Bathroom Is"
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4 comments:
Oh my goodness, why didn't I think to get all my friends who have little girls lifetime hunting and fishing licenses? The perfect gift! Love the seasons in VT, haying season, mud season(called "break up" in Alaska where my Dh used to live).
She's delicious. The Comedian, not the dead bear.
One of the best stories I ever heard was told at my friend's wedding rehearsal dinner by the father of her childhood best friend. The dads had a hunting trip planned. They went to pack up the car that morning and found the 2 six year old girls laying in the driveway in front of the car. Junior civil disobedience!
Me no like shooting baby bear either :(.
Ok, finally a good reason to have moved from Wisconsin (my home and a hunting capitol) to Houston, where everyone has guns but no one hunts. Glad I'm never going to have that discussion with my little one!
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