Yesterday evening, Greg came home from setting up his deer stands. Ever since Brock had woken up from his nap, he was bugging me about where his dad was. When I told him where he was, he ran to the front door, grabbed his shoes, & declared (while in nothing but underwear), “I am going to go wif him.”
When I told Greg about that, he jumped on the opportunity to continue to mold his little mini-me.
He immediately started ransacking Brock’s closet to be sure that we didn’t have to make an emergency run for all-things tiny camouflage.
Within a few minutes, he returned to the living room, proudly holding a long-sleeve shirt, bibs & boots. All in camouflage. Brock was so excited. They both couldn’t wait for morning.
Brock promised me that he would go to bed early if he could go hunting with his dad in the morning.
Greg promised me that he wouldn’t wake our child before the sun was up, but as it turns out, that wasn’t an issue. Adrianna woke up around her usual 5:45 and we plopped her in bed with us. Brock came into our room around 6:15.
Ready to hunt.
Any other day, it’s a battle to get that child out of bed before 6:45 so we can bolt out of the door by 7:00.
Today, he was hanging with his dad.
After I loaded down his bib overalls with a couple of packs of fruit snacks & a baggie full of animal crackers, they were off.
But not before I snapped a few pictures.
We didn’t have the heart to tell him that it’s not gun-season yet.
Also, Adrianna’s diaper-only attire isn’t appropriate for the woods.
She was pissed that she wasn’t invited.
The good news?
Next year, I will have so much peace & quiet while Greg has to take these two hooligans with him.
I am officially on a countdown for next fall.