Spent the weekend with the entire family- which means, I have the only granddaughter. She hold her own quite well with the other four grandsons. I had to laugh though. The oldest two grandsons- both 4 were discussing Transformers. I guess there is one called Bull? Anyway, they were conversing about Bull and how he turns into a car.
Tay got this very perplexed look on her face and says- Bull no car. Bull cow- Mooo! To which the other two started in tandem trying to tell her about Transformers. I was proud. She stuck to her guns. Bull was definitely not a car, it was a cow. Which is technically correct but I was impressed with her logic anyways.
It went on until she told T and C to stop. Bull no car. Bull cow. Rope bull. It was quite the conversation for a group of kids under 5, to say the least.
We were impressed by the beauty of the Midwest. The bounty in which the soil could produce and the colors of fall associated with the hardwoods. On the flip side, we were happy to be back to our air which hadn't been breathed already and didn't have more than 10% humidity.