Pow! Pow! Pow!

Little cousin Harper proudly told my sister and I about how she helps retrieve dove for her daddy, and then “helps him get the chicken out of the dove.” I thought that was just a right nice way to put it.
Meanwhile my son is running around saying “pow, pow, pow!” at every bird he sees. Even as we drive down the road, he is back there in his car seat pretending to hunt dove. He is only one and a half years old, and already loves Dove Season. I don’t do much dove hunting myself, but I love the taste of it, and I think my husband and son will keep me well fed over the years.
My mom got my 34 year old husband Laser Tag guns for his birthday. Needless to say, it wasn’t one of those birthday presents that sits there and collects dust. He opened it up the very next day, and he and A’Dell and the baby chased each other around for forever.
So now even when we aren’t outside or in the car driving by a flock of doves, I still get to hear “pow! pow! pow!” as they run around my house playing laser tag.