For the last couple of days, Baby Puppy has been attending summer camp at a working farm. She gets to ride horses, groom them, walk them, and clean out their stalls. Basically, I'm paying an assload of money for her to get to do all of the things that I bitched about having to do when I was her age. She's having a blast. I guess city kids are just different.
Anyway, as you might imagine, she has all kinds of stories to tell when I pick her up each afternoon. Yesterday, for example . . .
Baby Puppy: "blah, blah, blah, and this one kid swallowed horse poop!"
Me (startled into actually listening): "What?"
Baby Puppy: "This kid swallowed horse poop! I'm serious!"
Baby Puppy: "We were working really hard cleaning up the stall and he was breathing through his mouth and he just sucked up some poop and accidentally swallowed it! It was awesome!"
Oh, yeah. City kids are definitely different!