He knows what’s good

Yesterday, Quinn and I were playing Hunting Camp.

He’d been hunting deer throughout the house – even brought his bike, I mean, ATV inside to ride into the backwoods.

After gettin’ his deer and bringing it into hunting camp, he opened his restaurant for service. He had the plates out, the eating utensils, the cookware. And he got to work.

He made me deer steaks.
He made me coffee.
He made me green beans and baked potatoes.
I asked him what he had for dessert. The conversation went like this:

Me: “What do you have for dessert?”
Quinn: cake.””
Me: “What kind of cake?”
Quinn: “chocolate.”
Me: “What else? Do you have any ice cream?”
Quinn: “Yup.”
Me: “What kind?”
Quinn: “Chocolate.”
Me: “Pie?”
Quinn: “yup.”
Me: “What kind?”
Quinn: “chocolate.”
Me: “pudding?”
Quinn: “yup.”
Me: “what kind?”
::::WAIT, you’ll N.E.V.E.R. guess::::
Quinn: “chocolate.”

He’s definitely his mother’s child.

Good times.

Blessings, K


  1. Well, you’ve trained him well. No one can say a girl can’t get her chocolate fix at his resteraunt. He’ll make his wife very, very happy one day! :v)

  2. The Flip Flop Mamma! says:

    Mmmm I’ll take some chocolate cake, icecream, pie, pudding and anything else it comes in anyday!

  3. As much as I like chocolate, I’m going to have to teach him about lemon ice box pie the next time I visit.
    Love to all.

  4. OH that’s my kind of guy!! His future wife is going to LOVE you!! :)

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