After we had been driving for a few hours, G, who had been quiet for quite a while finally came out and spoke:
"Mummy, the trees are green."
[What I thought: "Thanks, Tips. Very astute."]
What I actually said: "You're right, G, they are green."
"Mummy, they're John Deere trees."
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Jess was very proud of him when I told her this story, just as we had expected she would be. I'm sure she'll turn him into a red neck in no time.
Auntie Bec
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