Our little hunter

Like I have told you all before, Tucker is so into hunting. I mean that is all he thinks about, dressing in camouflage, guns and bow and arrows. One day last week he spent the night with my parents and mom had bought him a pretend bow and arrow. She was picking up toys out of the floor and Tucker shot her in the bottom. He said, "Sorry Doo, I thought that was a Big Ole Buck!" Of course Doo and Gramps could not quit laughing!