My Samuel is a nut.
Yesterday, he came inside after being outside for a while. My back was to the door when he came in, so I didn’t see what he was carrying. Then I heard, “Can we eat this for dinner?”
I turned around and he had brought a dead squirrel into the house.
Long pause.
“Um. . . . .no.”
“But all we have to do is dump some ketchup on it and throw it in the crockpot.”
At that point it was all I could do to not burst out laughing. The best part of it all was that he was completely serious.
