We were driving home, on a lamp-less road, when I came to a sudden stop to let a deer pass.
“What was that?!” Zip cried out.
“It was a deer crossing the street.” Brad told him.
“See honey, that’s why you don’t run out into traffic. If I hadn’t seen him, we would have run him over.”
“Maybe we could just open the door and give him a ride.” Zip replied
“Deer don’t like cars, and ours is already pretty crowded.” I said.
“A deer!?” Tizzy exclaimed, suddenly paying attention. “Was it riding a bike?”
“No!” Brad and I both laughed.
“Was it on a motorcycle!?” he asked, even more surprised.
“Well what was he on?”
We were now laughing loudly.
“Stop laughing!!!” Zip roared, “It’s NOT funny!”
“Well, actually, it is.” We explained. “When Tizzy said that, it made us imagine deer with helmets, and motorcycle jackets.”
There was a pause... “Ah HA-HA-HA!!!” They boomed from the back seat...
...”How about a bear on a motorcycle? Or on a skateboard? Or a dog driving a car? Or a...a...a...”