We really wanted this title to be 'Uncle Bubba feeds me oatmeal pies and Uncle Don feeds me deer', but it's a bit too long of a title.
Serif got to stay with his Uncle Don last week so Jeff and I could go out to dinner with some old friends. Uncle Don can't wait until Serif is old enough to take deer hunting and gets a little giddy over the little guy in camouflage. Of course Jeff and I aren't the camouflage type, but couldn't resist these little pants for when he goes to Uncle Don's. Now that will be the only place he wears them, but for 4 bucks (that's dollars - not deer) well . . . why not. Uncle Don even had a camouflage Christmas hat ready for him. Hmmm - would you look at that. Uncle Don, I'm not sure he's diggin' this whole camo thing. I think he's even looking a little scared with your Bambi's mom on the wall. I think he still loves you though and seemed to do really well staying with you for the evening. No deer jerky though please.
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We think he looks good in camo.. Be the way the deer is more like bambi's grandfather not his mom..:)
michelle really sweated over the gender of the deer and we came to the conclusion that "mom" has a stronger emotional impact than grandfather.
okay how about dad? mom's don't have antlers...
that's what i thought. still sad none the less. that's like killing Jeff or Pops! =( bad uncle Don.
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