Thursday, May 10, 2012

In The Whole State

The ice cream truck found its way to our neighborhood and the boys of the house screamed for the cream.
A conversation Colt and I had tonight that is typical of our interaction:


Background Information: We have some fat cats, literally--they are huge and they patrol our street day and night depositing little bombs and as of late have managed to dig up my first round of lettuce and carrots.  Not cool.


Colt: Why do all of the cats in the state of Illinois have to poop in our garden?


Mom: I don't know Colt.  Why do you think that is?


Colt: Because. . .[pause] Jesus made them so they walk both ways all over to everybody's yard. . .[voice getting higher] and Daddy needs to shoot them, and to cage them up.  [takes another bite of his peanut-butter and jam sandwich, thereby transforming the two halves into destroyer boats trying to annihilate one another]


The End.

4 comments:

Bonka Calaway said...

Coltie, is your daddy suppose to shoot them first and then cage them, or cage them and then shoot them?
Just wondering!

Ashley Calaway said...

The whole state of Illinois... I love it! Laughed out loud when I read that. And I second bonka Calaway's question. Shoot then cage, or cage then shoot. :) miss you!

tammy said...

I agree! Ice cream always makes things better!
Hillary, I love you peony background.

Kerry Hoaglund said...

HA!! How cute is that?!!