You don't say?

Where does our little boy come up with these expressions? These were teased out of him from his "Auntie" Sierra on a recent visit.

Maybe here Soren is recalling his shock at glancing down our stairwell recently and seeing this out the window...
Yes, one of the town's feral deer--a young buck--had plopped down in our yard and there he stayed for most of the afternoon. Was he hurt, resting? We didn't bother him because he wasn't eating our garden plants. This is why a significant portion of our yard is fenced. If we catch the deer nibbling, we throw ice cubes at them. They are not cute wildlife. But that's another subject.

Soren was fascinated, to say the least.
To see what kind of animal Soren was for Halloween, see his blog post!