No, we are not raising a hunter -- unless gathering (from the garden I swear I am going to start before we move out of this house) is the new hunting -- but he did actually kill something today...
I was upstairs putting Hewitt down for his afternoon nap when Harrison shouts up, "Mama, there's a man in the house." (Calm down -- he did not kill a man.)
I yelled down, "What???" (Internal dialogue -- "There's a man in the house? There's no way there's a man in the house. Why is he so calm about there being a man in the house? There's no way there's a man in the house. Did he see a man walk by out the window and say it wrong? There's no way there's a man in the house. What if there really is a man in the house? I know I checked that all the doors were locked before I came upstairs. There's no way there's a man in the house. I didn't hear the alarm beep to say that a window or door had opened. There's no way there's a man in the house. Should I put Hewitt down before I douse the man in mace? There's no way there's a man in the house. We've been home for 45 minutes already -- surely I would know if there was a man in the house. There's no way there's a man in the house." That conversation with myself took about 2 seconds.)
Harrison yelled up, "It was on my green potty and then it was on the floor and then it was on my green potty again. It is not allowed in our house. Don't worry, Mama. I got it with 'a' toilet paper and mashed it and flushed it down the big potty."
Ah! There was an ANT in the house! But now there's not -- Harrison "got it."
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