My Little Hunter

Josie has been asking for a hunting knife for a while now...like since she was 4...since this seemed like a strange request coming from my normally 'girlly' child.

So, we ask her exactly why she is wanting this knife. She says matter of factually "to kill bears with, of course." Of course.

What? No, not 'of course'! This seems slightly weird, and a lot funny to me. However, she mentions this little dream of hers on occasion. She only wants a hunting knife to kill a bear. Um, ok.

This little hunting fixation hasn't really gone anywhere and everyone in a while is brought to the forefront of a conversation.

So, today, Paul says to her "We will get you everything you need and I will teach to to small game hunt."
"Really?" She asks, he has her full attention now.
"Yup."
"Yay!"
"Wait a second," I say, "Do you know what hunting means?" Surely she can't know and be OK with it...she is after all, my baby-doll, my ladybug.
"Yup, it means to shoot them, to kill them" again, very matter of factually.
"Um, OK." I am still fairly dumbfounded by her responses to my questions. "But you know they stay dead, right? They don't get back up."
"I know."
I decide to try a different approach, "Why do you want to hunt and kill animals?"
"Mom" In her 'duh' voice. "They make really good rugs"

Of course.

So, we shall see what comes of this latest development and whether or not she actually decides to hunt when she gets older - who knew...my daughter...strange.