The Bullet Jacket

For Christmas Noah got this really cool new coat. It's a black bomber style jacket. He really liked it, but then he's only worn it to school once of twice. I thought it was because the new jacket doesn't have a hood and his old jacket does, so he's warmer in his old jacket. So this morning, while walking with Noah to the bus stop I asked him about it.

me: Why don't you ever wear your new black jacket to school?

Noah: It keeps me too hot. But I'll wear it when you take me hunting.

(What?? Seriously we don't hunt. My husband would like to be a hunter, but his one and only hunting trip involves parking the truck under an apple tree, staying up late telling ghost stories with his hunting buddy... Then about midnight packing up the entire camp in about 30 seconds flat and driving down to the ranger station and sleeping in the parking lot under the brightest street light. I'd give you all the details, but Andy reads my blog sometimes and might be a little embarressed. All in all, it's more than I can say, I've never been hunting at all, nor have I had the desire to go.)

me: When we take you hunting.... Why do you want to wear the jacket hunting?

Noah: Because, remember, it has those three bullet things on the sleeve so I carry three bullets.

The next part ws a little sad as I gently had to break it to Noah that he would probably never get to carry bullets in the sleeve of his jacket. Poor child. I think he's feeling a bit ripped off now.