This weekend the weather was absolutely beautiful. Sunday while I was getting clothes put away in tubs in the closet (I'm always saving for the younger brothers), Eli says, "Mom can we go outside and play?" I say sure, wondering why I hadn't thought of it myself since they were climbing the walls and making it difficult to get anything done.
Earlier in the day they had been outside and Eli found two sticks and he had them again. He says to me, "We're going to get some squirrels with these sticks."
Me: How are you going to do that?
Eli: We're just going to run up to them and hit them.
Me: Oh, okay. Good luck with that!
I'm thinking, this should be interesting!
It's almost dusk so I go out to find them and they are running around with their sticks, all out of breath, laughing, and so happy.
Me: Did you get any squirrels?
Eli: No, they are just too fast, they keep running away.
So I relay this story to Tim, who thinks it's hysterical, so at dinner on Monday he says to Eli, So I hear you're trying to get a squirrel.
Tim: What are you going to do with it?
Eli: Kill it.
Tim: How are you going to do that?
Eli: Just hit them with our sticks.
Tim: How's that going for you?
Eli: I'm working on it.
Tim: How many are you going to get?
Tim: How many do you have so far?
Tim: Not going so well for you then huh?
By this time, it's all Tim can do to not laugh out loud. I think it's funny, but I'm also thinking, Like Father, Like Son... this story sounds like Tim trying to get that deer in our yard that's eating all of our expensive baby trees....
Needless to say, I don't see any squirrel or venison for dinner so we're having chicken!