At the entrance to our part of the neighborhood there is a wooded area right next to a somewhat open field, where a LOT of deer like to roam about from time to time. P has become quite fascinated with these little guys and looks for them every time we drive by. This morning, we were on our way home from running errands and just as we turn the corner the conversation goes as such:
P: Deer, where are you?
Me: I don't see the deer. I guess they're in the woods right now.
P: They're sleeping.
Me: Oh, I see. They're sleeping.
P: Yeah, they're getting their boppies (pacifiers)
Me: Oh.
P: And their lions.
Deer with their boppies and stuffed lions. Now that's a picture...