We went out this morning to a school fundraiser car wash and then to Cabela's for wood chunks to smoke a pork roast. Here are some of the conversations that took place....
Mischief: Dis where we going?
Me: No, we are just turning around.
Me: Daddy missed the place even though he was looking right at the girls he didn't see the signs.
Mischief: Why? Cause the girls were pretty? People chase after pretty girls.
Daddy changed the radio to a country station, to which Mischief immediately said, "I like this song. It a hunting song."
Drama Queen, "Is daddy in your bubble, Mom?"
Immediately realizing she was refering to our elbows touching on the console between the two front seats I responded, "Nope, our bubbles like each other."
Mischief: I gonna be a nice person when I grow up. I help people.
Daddy: The best way to do that is to start doing it now. Be kind and help people now so you know how to when you grow up.
Mischief: I do nice things like getting food....killing it....
Also said by Mischief on the way home from Cabela's, "When I grow up I gonna be a hunter. I'm going to shoot things. I need a gun so I can learn how to shoot." Me, "What are you going to shoot?" Mischief, "deer.....foxes.....and that..uh...a skunk...."