I had to explain hunting to Malloy today. When we got home from school there was a gutted deer hanging from the neighbor's garage. It's hard to understand what hunting is when you don't know what gun, kill, shoot, or dead means. I had the fun job of explaining it all and then explaining that people do it for fun. Then she tells me "the other day baby and I hunted a pig. We cut it with a knife and the pig felt it. Then we shooter it but the pig didn't feel it. Then we had to take it back to the farm." Oh boy...
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