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Yes, deer.
As in deer hunting.
Dead deer hanging from a hook.
Strange.
The hubs pretends/likes to hunt.
He leaves the house all decked out in his boots and camouflage (be serious!).
J and I sit here with the babies while our husbands hunt until dark.
Well, one night (before Emma came home) we got a phone call. Jordan's husband Justin had killed a deer. Oh great. We (as the wives) were sent to the hunting club to take pictures. Fun times.
This was Caroline's first experience with a deer.
Her first reaction... she didn't want to get out of the car. I didn't either but we had to. The hubs finally got her out and showed her the deer.
Her second reaction... she wanted to touch the blood soaked deer.
I'm laid back about things. I don't care if Caroline spills drink, gets dirty, has messy hair... whatever. But... touching a blood soaked dead deer... be serious!
But guess what? She touched it.
Then she wanted ME to touch it.
I did...
With my boot. My Ugg boot. It grossed me out a bit.
After that it was time to go. Next, she would have probably wanted to kiss it and I would have just died. I had to get her out of there.
Can you believe she goes from being a princess to being so boyish (is that a word? I would google it but I don't feel that it is necessary.)
Her is princess Caroline with Justin, Daddy and the deer.
1 comment:
My sister was the exact same way. She touched the deer. She brought a deer's tail to school for show and tell! Gross.
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