As school was not in session today, we invited friends over to kill some time. Part of our entertainment was taking several eggs that had gone bad and tossing them at trees out in the pasture.
While walking through the pasture gate, one six-year-old girl noticed a large pile of grass off to the side. "Did that come out of the cow's stomach when it got butchered?"
Yep.
"Cool."
I love country kids. Rotten eggs and chewed cud. Life just doesn't get any better than this.
Posted by Cathy at October 21, 2004 02:26 PM