Yesterday, a friend and I took Jack to the farmer’s market. While we were there, I tried to explain the difference between a farmer’s market and the grocery store. Obviously the message went awry.
At the dinner table:
Mom: “Jack, tell Michael where we went today.”
Jack: “We went to the place where they had lots of tomatoes and a playground and I played.”
Michael: “What else was there?”
Jack: “This cowboy that has cows and he races them. Then he kills them.”
This is where Mom and Dad look at each other with very confused looks on their faces.
Hmmm… crap… what did I say to him?
Mom: “OH! He raises them, not races them. Then, yeah, he kills them so he can sell the meat.”
*I am super proud of my husband right now. When we were done laughing, he said “you know that’s a blog post, right?”*
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Well, hopefully some day when Jack comes to NY to see the Country Bumpkin side of the family we can take him “Cow Tipping” before they “Race” the cows before they “Slaughter” the cows. OMG – how horrible does that sound?
My husband is the same way. He’s always saying, “you should do this for the blog…” or “why don’t you do that on the blog?” I am so grateful for his support.
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