Tonight, the boys wanted to hear stories from both of us.
Because Victor is so into his new bedspread, I told them about all the bedspreads I've ever had.
Jeremy told them about the time his dad and grandpa went deer hunting, got a deer, skinned it, hung it in a bag, drove it back to California packed in dry ice in the back of the truck where Jeremy was also sitting, ate the venison, and kept the head in the freezer where it scared young Jeremy.
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This post is awesomer than yesterday's post.
Have you guys ever read the children's book Little Pea?
http://www.amazon.com/Little-Pea-Amy-Krouse-Rosenthal/dp/081184658X/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1321589977&sr=1-1
In it Mama Pea tells little Pea about what she was like when she was little. Brent one time asked J why doesn't your mom do that? I said how do you know what we talk about? Of course I tell him.
I did clarify that I might have been amalgamating several trips and/or stories. It would have made more sense to have had the head from a California deer in the freezer than a Utah deer. Funny what you remember, though.
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