The Hunter

Today at lunch Anna asks me very happily and matter-of-fact, “So what did Daddy kill to make these for us?” She holds up her hot dog to show me! First of all, she must think her daddy is quite the rugged, manly man who hunts all our food for us (in all his spare time!). Also, I can’t imagine as she was thinking of the name “hot dog” the pictures that must have been playing in her mind…I am imagining images of poor little puppy dogs frolicking around in her head. She had me smiling, and I didn’t have the heart to tell her differently…that her dad doesn’t hunt our food. I figure she will figure it out…afterall, she is with me when I buy them at the grocery!