It's funny how hunting season leads right into Christmas. I didn't realize that this could create a humorous scenario until yesterday. Brody opened door number 16 on the Trader Joe's chocolate advent calender, purchased on our last short vacation into civilization. The small square of chocolate was embossed with an ornate reindeer, a swirling caricature of antlers poised atop his head. Brody held the chocolate out at arms length, made a little gun with the chubby toddler fingers of his other hand, and shouted "SHOOT that deer! Ready, aim, fire. POW!" The he smiled and told me that he got 'im. Oh my! Welcome to Arkansas. I still had a bit of deer roast wedged in a back molar from Sunday dinner which had eluded my cinnamon floss, so I could only giggle at the irony of it all.
Below are some real life photos of the real life toy aisles in the stores of our small town. I didn't photo all the camo chapsticks, basketballs, panties, dishes, Christmas ornaments, dinner plates, and blankets, so just let your imagination fill in the gaps. Duck Dynasty has a whole collection of skin care items in lieu of the Burt's Bee's gift packs my yuppie Wal-Mart in Arizona carried. It all begs the question, what kid WOULDN'T want their own Deer Blind and Assault Rifle? Makes it easier to shoot the reindeer down.
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