Me: Hey…what do you think you want to be when you grow up?
Lydia: An apple.
Me: Well…I don’t really think you can be an apple. Anything else you wanna be?
Lydia: A person.
Me: A person? What kind of person.
My girlie-girl Lydia: A hunter.
Me(completely surprised): A hunter? What are you going to hunt?
Lydia: Animals.
Me: What kind of animals?
Lydia(in a deep Southern accent): Dee-yers and hawgs.
Both my girls prounounce there as “th-air”, I love their Tidewater drawls.
well if she is going to be taking care of you in your old age, you better expand your chicken based diet 🙂