Just like daddy

The cows moved the other day. Don't get all excited like the boys did, they moved to another enclosed field, maybe fifty yards from the last one. This one has move grass and stronger fences so maybe I wont wake up to three cows staring in my windows for a while. That would be nice.

You cant quite see them from the house like you could in the other field, a barn is blocking our view. When they were first moved the boys were in a panic. Dash-2 who doesn't really talk yet just mooed with a pained expression while Dash-1, well, he freaked. It was one of those freak outs that you cant even reason with them. So we put on our shoes and headed out to see them with our own eyes. Lucky me (it was like 8 am), lucky cows, I did at least throw a bra on.

Walking back from the cows we had an interesting conversation.

Dash-1 "They didn't run away?"

me "We just saw them, no they didn't run away. They are cows where would they go. If they hang out here they get food, water, and love. And they get to poop where ever they like. Its a sweet life."

Dash-1 is thinking about this. "just like daddy" he said.

So according to a three year old daddy has it pretty sweet around here. But in case your wondering I don't let him poop where ever he wants.


ps. the great cookie swap post is down below. If you haven't added anything yet (ahem I know there are some of you who have yet to add, bitter betty not to name any names) just add it up this weekend. There are some tasty looking recipes!