As we were driving along this morning, we passed a cemetery. Now my daughter has issues with death, but that's for another post, but she observed the cemetery and this is the conversation that ensued:
Makiah: Wow, all those people are dead.
Hubs: Well, I hope so.
Makiah: There is like, six hundred and thousand.
Sam: Looky at all the pwetty flowers. WOW!
Makiah: Man, there is eight hundred and thousand flowers out there mom.
Mama: Yes, I see them.
Sam: Well, I like a cheeseburga and golf. Yep, and firetucks. Can we go bowling?
Makiah: Speaking of cheeseburgers, when are we going to eat? (We had just eaten breakfast and it was 9:30 a.m.).
This is the type of stimulating conversation you will hear when riding with a carload of Lovelocks!