beetiger

So, our new neighborhood has a lot of deer. A LOT of deer, brave enough around people that they are in the street and on the lawns and pretending to play soccer on people's driveways. We can see them though the windows into the little wild strip in our back yard most of the day.

R. went to play out front yesterday, and was outraged to step into a pile of deer droppings.

"Why do they have to poop in the front yard? Can't they just go in the back yard?"

Sarcastic mom (that's me, of course) responds: "How are we supposed to tell them to do that? Make a sign?"

R. usually does not understand sarcasm all that well, and also likes to call my bluffs whenever possible. Nevertheless, I was still surprised to find this attached to our front fence, later in the evening:

By the way, R. gave me permission to post this here, but not Facebook, "because LiveJournal has 34 thousand users but Facebook has 33 million users". Where he gets his statistics from, I have no idea.