"Mom! Look at all that WEED!"
(My 3 year old, as we drive past a farm where a farmer is harvesting hay into those rectangular bale things)
Luckily he doesn't know what "weed" actually is. Or he better not, because he's only three. But I'm pretty sure I almost ran into a fence I was laughing so hard. I hope he doesn't go to preschool next month and tell his teacher about all the "weed" in our backyard. That would be an interesting parent teacher conference. If I had to bribe her *not* to call social services, I would probably do so with these twix brownies:
Bribing a teacher has to be a sure thing my friends.
(Seriously, these are YUM!)