no fingerprints

We had a typical southern Thanksgiving today. We spent the morning lounging in our jammies. We went to the grandparents’ house and ate a monster meal midday. The grandparents napped while the children played outside in the beautiful 65 degree weather. Trees were climbed, sticks were thrown and, of course, there was shooting with rangefinders. Unlike my childhood Thanksgivings, which always included deer hunting, today’s shooting was limited to a bb gun.

Grandaddy: “Noah, what do we always do after we go shooting?”

Noah: “Um, buy more ammo?”

Grandaddy: “No. We clean the gun. Do you know why?”

Noah: “To get rid of the evidence.”

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