From the Back Seat

On our way home from a wedding tonight, we saw a deer about to cross the road. I squealed. Which of course the boys think is hilarious. Riky had already weaved a little to avoid it, but my reflexes are not as acute as his, apparently. Soon after, Michael spotted quite a few more, but they were not squeal worthy, so I ignored them. These sightings sparked a conversation in the back seat.

Jeffrey: Daddy, if we hit a deer would it hurt the car very much?
Yes, it would probably do a lot of damage to the front end and the deer.

Jeffrey: Would we get hurt?
Well, we might, but we're wearing seat belts, so hopefully it wouldn't be very bad.

Jeffrey: Do you think that we might break something?
We might, but I hope not.

Then Jordan piped in:
Do you think that you might hurt your figger?
This is when I joined the conversation:
His finger?

No, his figger.
What's a figger?

You know, your figger.
OK, can you give me a little more information.

Well, it starts with an O and ends with a figger.
I still need more Sweet Pea.

Jordan: (getting exasperated with my lack of knowledge: speaking slowly, as if to someone of small mental capacity, and leaning forward in his seat)
OK....... it starts with......... an O ........and ends ........with a........ figger. You know ............figger out?

Riky: I sure would hate to lose my "O Figger Out" Buddy, I think that I might need that.

End of discussion.