How you know you live in a red state.

We went on a field trip today.  Left at 10, home by 4ish.  I could tell they were tired but they still had a little fire in them.

They started playing the game, "You lose if you say the word, ______."  in the back of the car on the way home.

My Littlest Girl usually loses the game in 5 seconds or less.  But she's getting the hang of it.  Today, my Indian Princess lost a few times.  A few times more than I thought she would.  So she decided to throw the game.

IP, "Whoever says the word purple loses.  LG, what's your favorite color?"
LG, "Pink!"  (She usually says purple.)
IP, not to be outdone, says, "Whoever says the word pink loses.  LG, what's your favorite color?"
LG, "Brown!"
I'm up in the front seat, silently thinking, "Good one, Littlest Girl!"

So Littlest Girl's turn, "Whoever says the word ice cream loses."
My Indian Princess casually says, "Hand gun."
And I ask her to repeat herself, because I don't believe I've EVER used the word hand gun before.
She repeats, "Hand gun."  With a big smile.  Probably because I'm looking at her like she has a third eye, and she knows she's surprised me.
So I ask her how she knows that word.
And she says, "The radio."

Which is interesting because in my car we only listen to Christian radio.
(Not to say that Christianity and guns don't go together.  You should check out our church's ATF parties.)
But this station is more like K-LOVE.  

And then I remember that I live in a state that hunts mountain lions.

And that I'm totally cool with the 2nd Amendment.

So I shrug my shoulders,
and keep driving.