My mom has been staying with us for a few days. It has been WONDERFUL having her here. The girls love asking her to tell stories about when Uncle Rusty was "little." I'm not sure how this all started but they really like to hear stories about Uncle Rusty. Maybe because the stories about him as a kid are much more exciting than hearing about Uncle Scott writing computer programs as a kid or Uncle Ric... well, they'll have to ask Uncle Ric to tell his own childhood stories since we don't remember them.
Stories about Uncle Rusty usually revolve around some sort of accident or stitches or wild driving on a big wheel. Somehow the story today turned to bulls. I was eavesdropping on this story when I heard this;
Grandma: "bulls can be mean if you get into the pen with them."
Naomi: "Will they eat me?"
Grandma: "No! If they are mean to you I'll eat them!"
Then, for some reason Grandma continues like this...
"We will take the bull to the butcher..."
Then we heard some more Uncle Rusty stories which segued into stories about chickens. First Grandma told them about chicken eggs and how they can become chicks or how we can eat the eggs. Then I heard this...
Grandma: "When Uncle Rusty was little he used to help Grandpa get the chickens ready to eat." This is when I looked at Mom with the look of "where are you going with this?" And she smiled and said, "What? These are the facts of life!" So she continued the story and then ended with this. "Do you know that when a chicken has no head he keeps running around?" Of course the girls loved this story and kept giggling. I have to admit, I still laugh when I think about those chickens.