Cows

Last night we lit a fire in our outdoor firepit and cooked "hobo packs" for dinner.  (If you don't know, hobo packs are simple foil packets filled with veggies and some meat, then cooked by putting them into a fire.  This time we had--as we usually have--potatoes, carrots, onions and ground beef.)


While we were eating Peyton said something about having a bite of pork.  Tracie and I told her that it was beef, not pork, because it came from a cow.


It also just happens that we were using some beef that came from the family farm.  So we mentioned to her that the beef came from "the cows on Grandad's farm."  And then she was saying "I'm eating cow." and stuff like that.

Then Liam said "I want to eat some cow.  Mama, will you cut my cow?"


It's kind of weird, but it was also really hilarious.  I'm glad that they didn't freak out and stop eating when they thought about it as a cow instead of as "beef."

This does not do justice to how funny it was.