This morning’s conversation on the farm while heading out the door to work/school. . .
Bryce – “Mom, do we need to go out and put the ponies out?”
Me- “I’m not sure today. What do you think? The snow is all melted and the pasture is a muddy, swampy mess.”
Bryce – “I don’t know – maybe we better leave them in.”
Me – “We know what Cocoa could say – put me out!”
Bryce – “Yeah, she was born in a swamp. She doesn’t care.”
Me – “A marsh, dude, marsh! Not a swamp. She’s not Swamp Thing!”
Bryce – “Nah, I’m gonna keep calling it a swamp. That sounds much cooler! We have a swamp pony.”
