My eccentric, post depression era depression behaving husband picked up some fresh road kill last night. It was a wild turkey which had been clipped by the car in front of him. We were sitting in the living room pleasantly reading a book out loud when he appeared in the window holding a turkey by it's legs. "Come on boys, let's skin it!" Well.....apparently my little two year old observed all of this and they even 'skun' it right outside the window for his little eyes to watch.
This morning my dear little son will not stop saying "It died Mama. It's dead Mama". This has been going on for about forty five minutes so far. He also seems hesitant to go outside. I am not sure what to do with him now. Great big dead turkeys in the window might might have an effect on little boys.
Oh, I am supposed to look up wild turkey recipes now.......
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
3 comments:
Ain't it fantastic? I think we've gotten three turkeys this way by now. It's a little humourous when the area's farmers know your father as the Dr. who eats roadkill.
We should have had you over. I'm still a city girl at heart.....
Oh wow. That's rather moving. (about Stefan, not the roadkill)
Post a Comment