We've been discussing getting chicks so we could eventually have fresh eggs. We are planning the brooder, hen house and yard. During one of the discussions about spacing needed, Benjamin pops up and asks, "If I squeeze the chickens, will eggs shoot out the chicken's butt?" Anyone that knows the way I think can just imagine me giggling as I had this comic strip thought of Ben running around squeezing chickens and shooting eggs at his siblings.
There is something interesting about looking into the backyard at night to see a teen swinging a light saber near the bug zapper. Turns out hitting bugs out of the air is a new pass time.
Then there is my sweet daughter that loves the outdoors, horses, dogs, well any kind of nature, except flying insects that buzz - which here in Georgia I think is 90% of the bugs. It has become a daily ritual for her to come in whining/yelling "There's a wasp in the house!" or other such flying creature she is afraid of. This is the same child that donned a bee keepers hood and held pieces of a bee hive just a few months before we moved. Somewhere between California and Georgia, she became afraid of flying, buzzing insects.
We will see what the next adventure holds another day. They are really keeping me on my toes, or at least laughing regularly.