Today I witnessed something that none of the warnings about the levels of gross to which boys aspire could prepare me for.
I am walking toward the house where the boys were playing with their friends and just over the hill I see roughly five little boys coming toward me. As they reach the crest it is revealed that they are dragging behind them a...
wait for this one, it's a whopper...
a deer carcass - skull with plenty of meat still on it still attached to a spine and rib cage. You'd have thought they were pulling up buried treasure - pure joy and pride emanating from their faces. I almost didn't have the heart to shriek and scream for my boys to get their hands off of it. Almost.
