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It began last year. They had just started construction for the new school near where we live. They had cleared a bunch of tree from the wooded lot and I guess some coyotes lost their home. We were driving down the road and we saw a coyote cross the street, searching for a new home or some food. I guess Spencer was pretty intrigued, because he had all sorts of questions. And for the last 10 months he has made a comment about coyotes at least once every day. I finally started writing down some of the things he would say, but I only got a few because most of his comments were early in the morning while I was getting dressed or while we were out and about or when I couldn't get to a pen and then later forgot what he had said. But I did write a few down. Here are some of them:
"Mom, if you could do this (he closed his eyes and made snoring noises), coyotes will hear you. If you do this (he closed his eyes like he was sleeping and was silent), the coyotes won't hear you."
"Mom, coyotes don't have hands."
"Goldilocks can scare coyotes away."
"Sometimes coyotes say, "Boooo, Booooo, Booooo!""
"Mom, coyotes are strangers because we don't know them."
"Mom, coyotes can't see my lizards because it is dark."
"Coyotes sleep in trees and then they fall out with the snakes."
"I shoot coyote's houses. But it doesn't work. My gun is broken. It needs more batteries." (his gun doesn't take batteries.
We were standing in front of the Humphery's house and the kids noticed dog poop on the front lawn. Spencer came over to tell me about it. I asked him if it was Sister Humphery's poop. He gave me a funny look and said, "no". I then asked him whose poop it was. He got a very serous look on his face and said, "It was a coyote!"
And these comments went on and on at least once a day and even several times a day for about ten months. I love having a little boy. And especially one with an imagination.






