A phone conversation I had with my brother this week:
Cody: “I am totally stoked. I am going with a bunch of friends hunting and we got elk and bear tags.”
Me: “Bear tags? Like dog tags?”
Cody: “No, like we can kill a bear if we see one.”
Me: “Why, why?! Would you want to kill a bear?”
Cody: “Why not?”
Me: “Don’t give me the typical pro-hunting schtick. What could possibly make you want to kill a bear? And don’t say the meat either because no one wants to eat bear meat.”
Cody: “Because, you know. It will be a challenge. It will be cool.”
Me: “I’m rooting for the bear.”
Cody: “WHAT?! You can’t root for the bear! Do you want me to get eaten?”
Me: “Nope. But I don’t want the bear to get eaten either.”
Cody: “I can’t believe you are rooting for the bear.”
Me: “Go bears! It’s your birthday. We’re gonna party like it’s your birthday. Go bears!”
Cody: Click.