This morning Preston went rabbit hunting. When Annie asked where her dad was I figured she was old enough to get the actual story. So I told her that he had gone rabbit hunting. She looked at me and asked what that was. I told her that sometimes there are too many rabbits and that sometimes there isn't enough food for all the rabbits so instead of the rabbits starving to death, people like daddy go and shoot them. She looked at me for a minute or so and then said "well, couldn't he just take them carrots"?