A conversation in the car
Malan: Mom, where are we going?
Me: We're going to the Farmer's market.
Malan, earnestly: Oh, Mom! Can I PLEASE get a farmer of my very own?
(Me, thinking: Works hard, loves the good earth, appreciates a sunset, knows how to treat a lady, looks h-o-t in a good pair of jeans)
Me: I sure hope so sweetie.
(Me thinking: Well shucks, looks like I got me a farmer and didn't even know it.)
Malan: Mom, where are we going?
Me: We're going to the Farmer's market.
Malan, earnestly: Oh, Mom! Can I PLEASE get a farmer of my very own?
(Me, thinking: Works hard, loves the good earth, appreciates a sunset, knows how to treat a lady, looks h-o-t in a good pair of jeans)
Me: I sure hope so sweetie.
(Me thinking: Well shucks, looks like I got me a farmer and didn't even know it.)
4 comments:
Priceless!
From one who DEFINITELY got a farmer...
I'm liken' this blog thing. Wish I had started one years ago!
Wait, you got a farmer? Does Caleb know about this?
So sweet! This has got to be one of my all time favorite blog posts ever!
Thanks for making me laugh out loud. Hi-larious.
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