Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Busted by a 3 year old

A little after five, a little girl knocked on our front door. I was expecting to get hit up for some girl scout cookies, but instead her parents had sent her to my door to let me know that we had cows out.

I loaded Linton, my 3 year old son, into the truck, called my dad and tell him the news, and started heading down the road. Dad and I met up, saw a couple of tracks, and headed in different directions. A couple of minutes later, I saw the two rogue heifers walk back onto the road from out of a cut-over. I got around them and started steering them down the road towards the nearest pasture gate, when "A Good Hearted Woman" started playing on my phone. It was my wife calling to ask me about purchasing a new baby stroller for our upcoming family addition. I told her we were chasing cows and just do what she wanted to do. As we were saying goodbye the heifers did a 180 and turned back in the other direction. As I hung up the phone, I mumbled something under my breath that sounded a lot like "crammit". My little backseat passenger said, "Daddy, that's a bad word! You have to use good manners with the cows! You have to say 'Sook, sook, sook'. The cows want good manners, not bad words."

I had been busted, and over the next five minutes Linton lectured me on good manners.

Anyway, while he was correcting me I had turned around and headed the heifers onto a different road (and back towards the pasture they were supposed to be in). Dad made it there within a couple of minutes and we managed to get the heifers down the road and through the gate.

We're back at home now, and I'm about to make our supper. I'm hoping Linton doesn't tattle-tale on me when Joni gets home or else I'll get the lecture a second time.

1 comment:

Rebecca Perkins said...

That is to funny Will to get busted by your 3 year old he sounds like he is going to be an awesome lecturer!!