Wednesday, June 1, 2011

A hunt

Lydia: When I grow up I want to be a hunt and a ballet.
Me: What's a hunt?
Lydia: I want to hunt all kinds of different animals....
Me [in brain]: Whaaa? Four-year-old girl has never before mentioned wanting to shoot animals. Doesn't add up.
Lydia: ...so if like they're lost or something I can find them and take them to their owners so they won't have to look for them.
Me: Oh! You want to find and save lost animals?
Lydia: Yeah, all kinds of animals.
Me: Great idea. [in brain: not to kill them]
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4 comments:

joelb said...

Lydia: ... so they won't have to look for them when it's time to dress, gut, and skin them in preparation for roasting.

June 2, 2011 at 12:58 PM
Sharlene, Mom, Grammy said...

Joel, Joel, Joel! She's hunting for them to perform in her ballet, of course. Lost animals make the best ballerinas, don't ya know.

June 2, 2011 at 1:47 PM
Jeanne said...

hahahahahahahaha!

June 3, 2011 at 8:00 PM
Unknown said...

Cute little Lydi! I'm assuming ballet means ballerina, right? I mean, who knows with an imagination like hers.

By the way, I'm tick free! The pants-stuffed-into-socks trick seems to be effective. :)

June 12, 2011 at 4:24 PM

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