"Mommy, tomorrow can we go hunting?"
"What, Gabe?"
"Tomorrow, can we go hunting?"
Laughs. "No, babe."
"But I want to go hunting!!"
"Well, maybe when you are a little older, you can go hunting with Uncle Quentin."
"What did you say?" (eagerly)
"I said, maybe when you get a little bigger, you can go hunting with Uncle Quentin."
"Does he have a water gun or a shoot gun?"
Silent laughter. "He has a shoot gun." I love this phrase, "shoot gun".
"Yeah, I don’t have a shoot gun here, not at my new house."
Thinking to self - "Yes, and that would be opposed to ALL the shoot guns we left at the old house....???." The mind of a boy is a mysterious thing, filled with dinosaurs, shoot guns, and lots of smashing noises.
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I'm glad my boy isn't the only one! He's into "shooting snowballs." I'm not sure where he got that idea. And I would LOVE for the dinosaur roaring to become extinct. :)
Grandpa Norm wants Gabe to know that he can take him hunting some time...later. :)
Maybe its the age. . Blake is fascinated with guns. . but he calls it a "shotting gun" :). Janice
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