Summer Breeze

We were approximately two miles from Ian's childhood home when the car filled up with the familiar smell of the cow farm ahead.

"I can tell we almost at Nana and Papa's house."

I'm thinking to myself, this kid has a great memory.

"What is it that tells you that we are almost there? Was it the sign we just saw?" I inquire.

Taking in a big whiff she happily states, "Mmmm, I can smell the horses."

"Honey, that's not horses you smell...those are cows."

"oh"

We drive a little farther and come upon some cows.

"Look Ava, cows!"

"I don't like cows, they stinky!"


She liked the smell up until the point I said the word cow. The pig farm nearby doesn't smell any better, in fact, it smells worse and she likes that.

She must have some beef with the cows.