This last Sunday, after church, Hunter decided he needed to go hunting...something he does well...he went to my bedroom closet and went through ALL of Zane's clothes, both hanging up and in the drawers, to find his Daddy's hunting clothes. A few minutes later, he comes out dressed like this and tells me, "Me go hunting with my Daddy!!". It was the cutest thing, and he was so proud of himself for getting ready all by himself.
Yes, he even rolled up the bottoms of Daddy's pants!
I have been told by many people that Zane and I named him right, as he is ALWAYS "hunting" for something, whether it's something for him to do, something to get into, something to find, looking for mischief...he is ALWAYS "hunting".
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