We were finishing up our dinner of venison tacos and talking about how the tacos came from the deer that daddy shot. This brought up a conversation about where our meat comes from.
Mommy: Hazel, what animal does pork come from?
Hazel: Oooh! I know! I know!
Mommy: Go ahead.
Mommy: Excuse me? did you say ‘Beaver?”
Hazel: Yeah, like the ones with the big front teeth that eat wood. They turn into pork.
Oh, bless these Sweet Ones that put a smile on our faces. She is so wonderful!