A few weeks ago, I was driving to the beach for the weekend with just the two teenagers. It was Friday night of Memorial Day weekend and I knew the traffic would be thick, so I took an alternate route through farm country. Really. I mean middle-of-nowhere, drive-45-minutes-to-the-grocery-store farm country.
At one point we went through a small town that is known for growing a lot of cucumbers for a particular pickle company. I told the girls this and pointed out the fields and warehouses for the cucumbers.
Then Brooke said, “Where are the trees?”
Me: What do you mean trees…?
Brooke: The cucumber trees.
Me: There are no cucumber trees. Cucumbers grow on vines.
Brooke: No they don’t. They grow on trees.
This back and forth went on for a while. I told her that cucumbers definitely grew on vines. She wasn’t having it. Could not be convinced. I asked her please to not say this outside of our family – so as not to embarrass herself.
To further prove how much city she has in her and how little country – another example
We continued driving and it was night by then. We kept hearing “Pat…..pat-pat……pat-pat-pat…….pat.” Just soft little noises as we drove. Brooke kept saying that she thought it was raining, but then kept stopping.
No again. It was the sound of bugs – a plethora of bugs to be exact – hitting the windshield. I guess we have not done a lot of country driving at night. We are certainly not from a metropolis, but we have always lived in a town and don’t get out into the farmland much. Obviously!
Brooke is definitely my favorite today. She is really very intelligent – book smart. Country or farm smart – not so much. Love you any way city girl! You make me laugh!!
Avery +13/-3, Brooke +13/-2, Kate +15/-6, Me 0/-2