I felt like I was in an Abbott and Costello routine yesterday afternoon. As we drove toward a friend's house to swim, we passed a field of recently baled hay. Ace, ever observant and informative, said, "Momma, cows!" I corrected him, saying, "No, that's hay."
"What's that?" he asked from the back seat of the car.
"Hay," I responded.
"Hay!" he said.
"Momma, what's that?"
"Hay," I answered.
"Hay!" he said again.
"Momma, what's that?" ...
We continued this conversation for several repeats, when I suddenly realized his "Hay!" was a "Hey!" He thought I was greeting him, not answering his question.
I know how much I hate it when someone won't answer my inquiries, so, to his final "What's that?" I answered him most profoundly:
"Oh," was his appeased reply.
Scottish Warrior Princess: AOIFE
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