Every Tuesday we keep our three-year-old granddaughter over night while her big sister gets to spend some one on one time with her daddy. So as we do every Wednesday morning farmer and I are driving to work with our little person in the back on her way to preschool. It is about a twenty minute drive on a good day through the countryside and one of our favorite things to do is to spot the cows, horses, donkeys, chickens, sheep and such in the fields. This morning was no exception....well maybe a slight exception.
Farmer and I were talking about a horse boarding ranch that was up for sale and all of a sudden we hear a little voice excitedly pipe up with, "Look at those donkeys". She starts giggling and said, "Isn't that funny Grandad? That donkey is jumping on the other one to play." As usual the farmer handles these situations with such dignity and grace. He first blushes and then looks at me and stammers and hems and haws never really answering her. Because she is very "persistent" she just keeps repeating the message to him probably thinking his hearing is bad. He turns to me as I am driving with a helpless look or pleading in his eyes to save him.
I burst out laughing and said, "Yes pumpkin they are playing very nicely". Now I just hope she doesn't share any details with her teachers at preschool.