We're sitting around the island in the kitchen tonight, which is plenty big enough (and has enough of an overhang) for the five of us to share a meal.
It's been a long week.
Small Fry has a cold.
Dinner is new.
We're waiting for the rolls to finish baking.
And that's when it happens.
Hubby: Duck season!
Medium Fry: Bunny season!
Hubby: Duck season!
Medium: Bunny season!
Hubby: Rabbit season!
Medium: Duck season!
Hubby chuckled while I wondered when on earth my kids had seen that iconic Bugs Bunny clip.
Hubby leaned over and explained, sotto voce, that Medium had basically been arguing with everything he said since he picked her up from preschool. Finally, he got so frustrated that he spouted, "Duck season!" Medium immediately mimicked him, and so he told her, "You're supposed to say 'Rabbit season!'"
And it just went from there.
Hubby: Duck season!
Medium: Bunny season!
Hubby: Duck season!
Medium: Bunny season!
Hubby: Bunny season!
Medium: Duck season!
Hubby looked at me with a grin.
"The only thing missing," he said, "was 'FIRE!'"
Ho! Ha ha! Guard! Turn! Parry! Dodge! Spin! Ha! Thrust!
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