Mama attempts to walk through the living room and is stopped by a long trail of Legos strewn across the floor.

Mama: “What in the…..Boys! Clean up these Legos! What were you thinking?”
The Pickle: “Mama, that’s the deer bait!”


Five minutes later, Mama walks through the dining room and notices a glue stick, without its cap, standing glue-side down on the sideboard.

Mama: “Oh, good grief! Boys! What is this doing here?”
The Pickle: “Mama, that’s the dynamite to kill the deer.”

I mean really. What else is there to say to such explanations but,