Allergic to Deer Heads Club

The Allergic to Deer Heads Club Jan 30, ’08 8:01 AM
for Mel ‘s friends, Mel ‘s family and Mel ‘s online buddies


This morning, the discussion of deer heads continued on the ride to school.

Carsten – Why does Auntie Julie eat the deers?  Why won’t she let the deers run free?

Me – I don’t know.  We should ask her that.

Carsten – Know what I tink it is?  Some people don’t know that the deers are more afraid of you than you are of them.  You don’t HAVE to eat them.  They won’t hurt you.  Deer are nice creatures.

Me – You are SO smart!

Carsten – I KNOW!

So then she goes on to tell me that she isn’t allergic to girl deer or boy deer, just the deer with the heads cut off.  And she isn’t allergic to the horn thingeys either… so her friend’s dad can keep those if he wants.  So I ask how many deer heads are on her friend’s walls, and she describes them all, saying that just TALKING about it makes her freak out and want to frow up.  (Haha!)  And then she tells me it isn’t JUST deer heads, there are pictures of dead deer too.  One in particular was “weally weird!”  So, I ask her to describe it and she says, Just look at me Mom.  So I turn around and she is flopped over in her booster seat with her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth, and she says, “Imagine I have bwood coming out of my mouff and nose.”   Errrrrrrr.  No thanks.

So, anyhoodle… she says that tiaras are ok for the club, but she is gonna wear a crown because she is the “pwesident of the cwub.”  I told her that maybe we should video the first meeting, since we have people from ALL OVER that want to join… and she said OK!  So, woot!  Maybe we will call the first meeting to order tonight!  Right after we call my sister, so Carsten can tell her that she doesn’t need to fear the deer.  HA!


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