I'm so glad Mr. Lime and the Limelets don't have to go away to overnight deer camp. If they did, I'd miss gems like these.
After returning home after being outside in sub-freezing temperatures Isaac was heard to say,
"I gotta pee really bad but my hands are too cold. Can I wear mittens in the bathroom?"
At the dinner table discussing the field dressing of a deer Diana told us,
"I don't mind gutting. I can tolerate pulling everything out. Accidentally hit the stomach and spill the contents? No problem. I can handle it. Nick up the intestines? I don't mind. Cut the windpipe and pull it out? I'm your girl. Hold the still warm and quivering heart in my bare hands? Very cool. But geeeees, I can't tell you how much I HATE reaming out the butt."
Meanwhile Calypso the vegetarian has fingers in her ears as she sings, "Nanananananana Lalalalalala."
Isaac interjected, "I just like when the steam comes up out of the body and warms my hands. It's kind of like the deer's spirit is rising up and I just say thank you for food and warmth."
How's that for three entirely different responses to the matter?