"Do I need to call the Department of Wildlife, Fish, and Game about that deer?" mom asked me a moment ago on the phone.
"No," I said, kindly laughing. "Mom, you can ask the most questions."
She's already called me two times about the accident this afternoon asking me about stuff I need to do to get the car fixed.
"Why do you laugh?" mom asked.
"They would just be amused that some concerned lady in Lanett, Alabama called to tell them someone hit a deer with a car thinking they keep up with that kind of thing," I replied.
"Oh, okay," mom said, still serious, and she hung up.