Yippee Ti Yi Yay

Driving back from getting groceries tonight, we were listening to an old cowboy song (The Old Chisolm Trail), which happens to be one of Chase's favorites. When it got to the part about "punching cows", Chase made a career decision.

Chase: I'm going to punch cows when I grow up.
Me: Oh, you're going to go out West and be a cowboy?
Chase: Yep. Mommy, if you were a cow, I will punch you.
Me: Thanks, Chase.
Chase: It will hurt.

Tricked you!

I took the kids for a bike ride the other day through the parking lot behind our house. As we were walking, I noticed that a black vulture, which is not native to our area, was flying over. (I am no bird expert--my dad pointed them out when he was here.) I mentioned it to Graham, who was mostly unimpressed. The bird flew away. I headed for home.

When I turned around, Graham was lying on the ground by his bike. I walked over to see what was wrong. He said, "I'm being a dead carcass to see if it will come back."

In my opinion, he was very convincing. Maybe that is how I can get him to lie down for a nap.