Thursday, April 19, 2012

Ketchup Fields

I have to admit, its often that I dont actually listen to the droning on and on of the kids. Especially the 5 yr old who never shuts up, and even more so while in the car.

We live in the middle of no where. Seriously, 26 miles to Walmart in the nearest small town. So we spend a lot of time in the car. A typical day goes like this:

545 rise and shine (okay we rarely shine but you get the picture)
630 Bus stop the first time...
700 rise and shine part 2
730 Bus stop for the second time....
800 clock in at work (yay for working from home)
1030 RUN out the door throw remaining kids in car and RUSH to get to class 60 miles 1 way
130 RUSHING to car from class to rush home to catch the bus. 60 miles the other way
and then whatever trips we have to make to get whatever has to be done, accomplished.

So we spend a lot of time in the car. Tuesday we were driving around trying to run out of gas. Why? Because our Tahoe has "run" out of gas twice on us and when filled it only took 15 gallons of gas. The truck has a 30 gallon tank, so the logical thing to do was test it, and try and deduce what is wrong, whether its the gauge, the float or something electrical.

So gas can in the back we hit the back roads around the county. We came across mustard fields in full bloom. Mr Digger was telling the kids about them, and pointed out various wildlife. He complained that they dont listen when you try to teach them something new.

Fast forward to today.

We are headed home from one of a million trips to town today, and Devil Child sees a mustard field. She says "Look! A mustard field" I said yep, and just kept driving. About a mile down the road, after some serious thought... Devil Child says--- "Where are the ketchup fields?"

I can't help it, I still giggle EVERY time I think about it. HILARIOUS kid. However she now knows that ketchup is made from tomatoes and there are no ketchup fields.

Gotta love 'em.

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