"What's all that stuff on their boat?" he asked.
I looked closer and....I don't know how to describe it. Like - their boat had all this fringe and tassles and crap hanging from it. The best I could figure, it was some sort of camouflage - for tall grass or something.
I honestly have no clue.
I suggested maybe they weren't going fishing maybe they were going duck hunting.
I don't know why, this just seemed more plausible.
As we drove by the boat, he asked "Is it duck season?" and I shrugged.
Why would I know what hunting season is what?
Before I could compose a non-smartmouth answer he asked,"When is bear season?"
I was stumped.
"Ummmm, I'm not sure....I'm not sure we still hunt bears. Maybe we do. I don't really know. I mean, Dad and I don't think you should hunt anything you don't eat. So, I don't think you should hunt bears regardless."
Just as dead pan as can be he replies. "You can eat bears."
I told him that just didn't sound right to me. I'd never heard of anyone eating bears.
"No Mom," he said as we pulled up to the car-rider lane at school. "Native Americans didn't waste anything and they wore bear fur so they ate bears."
Can you eat bears?
I guess I'll trust the boy. Maybe he learned this in Scouts...