Roadkill

Tonight, on the way to pick up Hannah from soccer practice there was a bit of roadkill in the middle of the road, which is not surprising, since we drive through back roads to get to the fields. 


Upon passing this particularly gruesome spectacle, Bubba pipes up "Aww, the poor pig."


Cue the crickets.


I start laughing.  "A pig?  Uh...I think you have your species mixed up.  THAT, my friend, was a possum."


Bubba starts arguing, "That was TOO a pig!  A baby pig, lying dead in the road.  Someone's family pet, lying in the middle of the road, DEAD, and YOU have no sympathy!"


I laughed the whole way to the field.