This happened while I was pecking out my last post, and if I don't put it down now, I'm going to forget it. :)
Drama Mama comes running into the house, crying buckets of tears.
"Evie, what's wrong, hon?"
"David said he was going to catch a cottonmouth and throw it at my head!!!!!"
"Wait, wait. Is there a cottonmouth outside right now?"
(**we did have on by the deck last week, and we killed it, but David is kind of obsessed**)
"No, but he says he's going to find one and pick it up and throw it at my head!!!!!!!"
(Seriously, that was how she was speaking to me. Italics and bold and all.)
"Ok, Evie. Let's talk for a minute. I have some news for you. If David tries to pick up a snake and throw it at your head, it's going to bite him. And it's going to hurt him really bad. And he's going to drop it, so don't worry. He won't be able to throw a snake at your head or any other part of your body."
"And Evie, what's the snake rule?"
"NEVER PICK UP A SNAKE!!!!!!"
"Exactly. Remind your Danger Boy brother for me, will you?"
It's conversations like this that make me feel very secure in the fact that my Parent of the Year award is on its way to my house right now.
**There are four basic types of venomous snakes in Texas: CCCR, the coral snake, the copperhead, the cottonmouth, and the rattlesnake. As of last week with the death of a cottonmouth we temporarily named Tom, all four have been killed within a hundred feet of my house. And .... um ... this isn't news for my FB friends, but we kind of have an escaped coral snake somewhere in the house. We've named him George.
All that to say, my kids are very, very, VERY good about snake safety. I am fairly certain that David wouldn't go find a cottonmouth and pick it up and throw it at Evie's head.
But I think I'll go have a chat with him, just to make sure ...