A Pig Named Pink.

So every night we lay down with Parker before he goes to sleep.

We either read to him or tell him a story.

Tonight I laid down with him and told him a story.

Here's how our conversation went:

Me: Parker, what do you want the story to be about tonight?

Parker: A pig.

Me: A what?

Parker: A pig.

Me: What color is the pig?

Parker: Pink. Zoe's pig.

(Zoe is his little girlfriend at school he LOVES.)

Me: Oh, Zoe has a pig. What does this pig do?

Parker: Plays in the mud.

Me: Oh man, he likes to play in the mud. What does Zoe do?

Parker: Zoe get paper towel.

Me: Oh what does Zoe need paper towel for?

Parker: To wipe the pig.

Me: Ohhhh. What is this pigs name?

Parker: Pink.

Me: So once there was this cute little girl, Zoe and her pig named Pink. Pink liked to play in the mud and make a mess, so Zoe got the paper towel to wipe the pig off.

Parker: In the barn.

Me: Yes, Pink was in the barn. Then Zoe's friend, Parker, came along. Parker what did you do?

Parker: I eat him. Like this...

And he showed me how he ate the pig. (Moved his head back and forth and made a chomping noise.)

I'm not sure how I feel about this. He ATE the pig!! Not just any pig, but his friend Zoe's pig named PINK who lived in the barn and liked to make a mess but was cleaned up with a paper towel!

HE EVEN SHOWED ME HOW HE ATE THE PIG!

Caleb is probably thrilled. Gettin' his hunting spirit started at the young age of 2.

I'm pretty sure as Zoe is laying in bed tonight she's not talking about eating Parker's zebra or something?

It must be the little boy in him coming out.

The same little boy who has me drive past the tractors and cranes everyday after school.

The same little boy who asks us to go fast, really, really fast in the car.

Precious Parker.

With such a great imagination.

Oh, Parker.... you always keep me on my toes.