Gandma, we moobin!
“Gandma, we moobin,” announced Connor to my Mom at dinner tonight. “You are?” chuckled Grandma. “Wes, to a house wib a parm!” (Translation: to a house with a farm). We have often joked that we are raising two little farm boys in a town home in Northern Virginia, but plans to move to a farm were news to me… Connor, however, has it all worked out. We will move to a house with a farm where we can have horses AND cows AND sheep AND goats AND chickens AND pigs! Grandma tried unsuccessfully to talk him out of the pigs and down to one cow, but his mind is made up! Ryan was skeptical at first, but was quickly won over with the mention of a dog. Now, if only we can convince Dad; he’s still a city-boy at heart.