cale and the cow patties

a couple of days ago, cale and i wound up in a conversation about cow patties (somehow the convo always turns to poop). so, i kept telling him it was a discussion he really needed to have with poppy, cause poppy knows all about it and can give much better insight. really.

fast forward to this morning. we were in the car, on the way to our new preschool. it's a nice little drive, down some faux country roads, with some hay fields, and lots of cows.

mama: "cale, i sure wish we had some cows."

cale: "yeah, me too."

mama: "maybe someday."

cale: "why can't we have some now?"

mama: "well bud, we don't really have a place to keep any cows at our house."

cale: "uh-huh. we do."

mama: "really... where?"

cale: "i could keep one in my room!"

mama: "i don't think that's such a good idea..."

cale: "why not? it could sleep in there."

mama: "dude, do you remember that whole conversation we had about cow patties?"

cale: "no."

mama: "you know, cow poop... cow patties..."

cale: "oh. yeah. i can just take the cow out so it can pattie..."

mama: "i think you should call your poppy now."