Sam (charging through the back door @ 8:22 this morning - was bike riding): "MOM! Got my breakfast (laughing) !!!"
Me: "Uhm ... what"?
Sam (BB gun in one hand, limp dead dove in the other), See?!
Me: (Dazed and confused, wanting to laugh but furrow my brow because it seems like I should be ... but not quite sure what just happened): "Without touching another single thing, back this whole conversation up onto the deck ... now, what the heck"?!
Sam: "Well, I saw this dove, so I grabbed my bb gun, and shot it, and now I'm going to de-feather it, pop it's breast out, and talk you into cooking it for me, YUM!!!!!!!!!!!"
Me: "YUCK!"
Sam: "YUM!"
Me: "There is probably a season for Dove hunting, and this probably isn't it you know."
Sam: "There is, and I'm now officially a poacher. Gonna turn me in?"
Me: "No. But I'm also not going to touch it."
Sam: "Hmmm. Okay how about this, I will de-feather it, and clean it all up, and you can pretend it's a baby chicken and cook it for me, mmmmmkay? Wait, don't pretend it's a "BABY" chicken, then you'll start feelings sorry for it..."
Madeline: "S-A-M! This is SO GROSS and so SaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaD! Sniff, sniff, sniff!"
Baker: "This is SO COOL!"
Me: Sigh. "Okay. You're doing this all on your own. Once it's all cleaned up, I'll fix it and you can have it with lunch. Deal?"
Sam: : )
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(After lunch)
Me: "So, how was it?"
Sam: "It was one of those things where it smelled better when you were cooking it than it tasted, but it wasn't bad."
Me: "So, worth it?"
Sam: "Yep. Thanks mom!"
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