Thankful for all of the dead raccoons in the attic

I dropped Little Z off at school a few days ago and ran into her teacher.

"How's it going?" I asked.

"Oh, I was going to email you." said her teacher. "We were reading about nocturnal animals. Little Z says, 'Well, I don't know about all that stuff you're talking about. I mean, I don't know anything about that. But I do know we used to have a lot more turkeys, but the raccoons were eating them at night? And, well, if you ever need anyone to shoot and kill and skin your raccoons, and to put the skins up on the wall for you- you know if you ever have that problem? You can just call my mom.'"

"She said we could just call you!"

"Well, it's true," I said. "I guess you have my number?"

"If I ever have that problem, I'll know who to call!"

1 comment:

  1. Lovely to see a human child take such pride in a parent's domestic skills. More often than not they're embarrassed.