Eric left this morning for the annual deer hunting trip. Yesterday Eva told me that she couldn't wait to turn 12 so that she could hunt too. On the other hand, she was perplexed at why Daddy would kill deer...they are so nice! I told her God created deer for us to eat, but she insisted, they are sooooo nice, Mommy! Future vegetarian on our hands? That will pose a challenge in this house.
As she said goodbye to Eric this morning she said, "I want a gun, Daddy. I want one with Tinkerbell on it. I'll ask for that for Christmas."