My middle daughter was up for Christmas from Texas bringing her family. It was wonderful. We tried to schedule activities to stay busy so we weren't just sitting around in front of the TV. One day we went up to Garden Valley to go tubing. It was absolutely fantastic, the hill was great and the people were so friendly and customer focused. PLUS, it snowed all day long from the time we started up the hill to go over into Horseshoe Bend until we came back.
On the way home my youngest (ten year old) granddaughter had her phone on googling information and asking her dad questions about the information she was finding online. We were almost home, and she began to ask questions about cows--how much they eat, how much milk they produce, etc. So as we stopped at a light, I threw in the question, "Mikayla, do you know how much methane gas a cow makes daily?" A quick peek in the rearview mirror and it was clear from the look on her face she had no idea what I was asking. So, I asked her if she knew what methane gas was. Well, still got that same deer in the headlights look from her, so the next question, in an attempt to be a caring grandfather and use decent language was, "Do you know what flatulence is Mikayla?" A curt, "No!" and the continued blank stare told me my efforts to be polite with her was going no where. Finally, I said, "It's like when you toot!"
I then got the look of understanding, and, "OH, you mean a fart! Why didn't you just say that in the first place Papa?" Guess I'm still catching up with the modern generation!
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