Yesterday was Aldon's turn to go hunting with Dad. If you know Aldon, you know that there is a fine line when it comes to him being comfortable. Things are either too hot or cold, too loud or too quiet, etc. And you never hear the end of it until it is just right. We decided that 70 degrees in November would be a perfect day for him to go deer hunting for the first time. When he came home he had to tell me all about the deer he saw and the coyotes he heard. Believe it or not, Dad said he whispered the whole time (I honestly didn't think he knew how to whisper, ask those who sit by us at church) and sat as still as could be expected for a 4 year old (Brodie said he couldn't count on both hands how many times he fell out of his chair). Oh how excited he was!
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