I was sitting in my office yesterday afternoon speaking with my boss when the telephone rang.
My wife's first words rang with foreboding, "Your son has something he wants to tell you."
"Why's he always only 'my son' at times like these?", I quipped.
"You'll see.", is all she said.
I could hear his heavy breathing as soon as the phone was near. Not good, I surmised.
And then the verbal onslaught, "Daddy, daddy, I was in the yard and I had my bow and (I'm thinking, Oh-no) I snuck up and shot (cripes, this is not gonna be good) a bulltoadfrog!"
"A what?"
Mom, in the background, "You shot a toad."
"Yeah, Daddy, I shot a toad. I hit him good; right in the neck. He didn't move at all."
My boss, overhearing the conversation, just smiles, shakes his head, and says, "that's too funny."
I, on the other hand, began to swell with pride and almost got misty eyed (I said almost). My wife was even good enough to record some field and hero shots for posterity.
Check out that shot placement!
Topic: A Hunt for the Ages! (4 yr. old's first kill) (Read 3368 times)
