Future Farmers of America

During my most recent trip to the Botanical Gardens, I discovered just how “country” my boys could be, despite having never lived anywhere but suburbia their whole lives. It’s amazing to me what kids will do in the name of pretend play, but ask them to do the “real deal” and you’d think we’ve asked them to hold still while we rip off their toenails one by one.

Turkey in the straw.

Stylin’ in his John Deere shirt, Matt spent most of his morning sweeping hay out of the barn. Now I’ll be fair: Matt does enjoy this at home. Give him a play broom or vacuum and he really thinks he’s helping mommy. I’ve just never seem him so mesmerized by his duties as he was that day.

Washboard Blues.

Nate was equally thrilled with old-school laundry. After he got them all nice and clean he folded them with military precision. Like, really took his time folding each article, as if it were the American flag or something. Then he hung them out in the breeze with neither hesitation nor a moment to hook the clothespins on his nose. This will go great with his new chore of putting his own laundry away. Now if only I could get him to put his dirty clothes in the hamper…

Last but certainly not least, this is my favorite:

Stand still, Bessie!

Nate and some random kid spent half their day swinging from the teets of the cow, which you could really milk… errr… water. Like a lot of men out there, they just couldn’t seem to get enough. Once they got the hang of it, they worked together and had this simultaneous milking rhythm going. They were udderly amazed by the process.

In conclusion, I think it’s fair to say that if the future suddenly becomes less bright for Denny, our family won’t starve because I’ll be pimping my boys out as hired help. Child labor laws are different here in the state of corn…

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