Farmer talk

Today the girls had a spirit day at school - it was farmer day in honour of the harvest going on.  To be honest, we are a little limited in the 'farmer' clothing.  We settled on jeans, caps and braids.  No coveralls, overalls or work boots here.  Oh well, they were happy, had fun acting the part and looked cute doing it.  That's what counts right?

I need to preface the rest of this story with a little background.  Just before school started, we made a trip to Julie's parents' farm.  It was mostly a down day as far as combining went.  The girls spent the entire day out helping Julie's dad and his brothers service the combines.  They tightened bolts, did some vacuuming, went for tools as required and watched some greasing (the greasing is the key part).  At the end of the day, they did get to make a couple of rounds in the combine with their uncle before it got too tough.  They were all in heaven.  Jorja even declared that she wanted to be a farmer when she grew up.  If you look closely, you can see three little heads riding along here:

So that was their experience with farming.  Fast forward back to this morning.  Ginny came in once she was all dressed up and said, 'Howdy there pardners.'  Jorja said to her, 'That's more cowboy talk than farmer talk.  A farmer would say 'Let's go grease up those nipples!''  That's right.  That's what she said.  So the next time you want to make conversation, forget the weather.  Just talk about greasing the nipples.  (I told her she probably shouldn't talk about nipples at school. She agreed.)  Later.