It's like freakin' Animal Planet around here.....

Observe, as the wiley deer stealthily work their way through the wooded area behind 857 Woodland Drive, driving the man of the house insane as he begs his wife to use the kids treehouse as a deer stand......

Seriously, folks, picture Glynn sitting before the big window in our bedroom in his underwear with a pair of binoculars, hearing the occasional "They're in the draw!" or "Look, Jodie, there's another one!" or "We should get a salt lick to draw them closer!" As Jodie slowly backs out of the room and logs onto the computer to document this day in the life of her hunting-starved husband.

Only when the deer fade from sight does Glynn emerge, victorious, having watched those deer and mentally slayed them fifty times over.

And cue the T.V. being tuned to hunting channels for the rest of the day.

And so ensues the argument that the children do NOT need to see Bambi being shot on television as just a "part of life", or Brady's "hunter education."

Brady just brought me the DVD of "You Don't Mess With the Zohan" and told me he wanted to watch it.

*sigh*

He's more like his Daddy every day......