Patrick texted me this morning from ten feet high in a tree with his trusty crossbow. It’s the first day of hunting season and he was bored waiting for a deer but he couldn’t make noise so he was texting me.
I was driving the kids to school and my ten year old asked me who texted me? I told the kids that Uncle Pat was up in a tree hunting deer.
My ten year old waited a second and then asked, “And why does Uncle Pat think he’s going to find a deer in a tree?”
