Deer

So, Steve has been hunting for a few weeks now. He always tells Conner that he is going hunting for deer and Conner always asks "Did you CATCH a deer Daddy?"

He has never even seen a gun, fake or real, and has no idea that you don't catch a deer, you shoot a deer.

So, Thanksgiving Morning, Conner and I get this text message of just this picture (below).

Me--- "Look Conner, Daddy got a deer this morning!"

Conner--- "He caught one?"

Me---"Yes!"

Conner--- "Did he catch it with that tractor?"

Me--- "Looks like it!"

Conner---  "Why does he have a trash can under him?"

Me--- "In case he has to use the bathroom."

Conner--- "Oh... Is Daddy going to bring him home?"

Me--- "Yes, In the truck."

Conner--- "Are we going to eat him?"

Me--- "Yes!"

Conner--- "Me no like to eat deer, I only like to eat chickens!"

And all his questions were answered and off he ran!

Poor deer was caught by a tractor!!!!!

Friday----

Conner- "Daddy is going to go clean the deer Mommy."

Me--- "Why?'

Conner--- "Because he is dirty and to get all of his meat off."