Tonight we took a Gator ride around the farm. We headed down the road and stopped at a neighbor's house (who Farm Guy used to work with) who was standing outside with his little Yorkie dog. This man is probably in his late 60s, early 70s and is missing his right hand. The kids were a little freaked but didn't say much. Little Miss quietly said, "Look, momma. He has a hurt hand." A little while later, Tractor Boy asked what happened to his hand. The man went on to tell him that when he was 4 years old he did something his mommy and daddy had said not to and his hand got cut off. Could this be a more perfect lesson for my 4 year old boy? And it's completely true. When he was 4, he went out to mess with a well his dad had been working on, the wrench came loose, and it cut off his hand. Can you imagine?! Needless to say you could see the wheels turning in my little guy's head. 4 years old? Didn't listen to his mommy? I am so glad he shared his story with us tonight.
The next conversation on the other hand...
The same neighbor, this very nice older man, was telling us that he recently had his hip replaced and that now the other one was going bad. He explained that he had recently fallen off an 8 ft. ladder and landed on his butt on his deck. Then he said, "I broke my balls. They crumbled." Um.........What?
I suddenly became extremely interested in something on the ground as I could NOT keep from laughing. I got so tickled with his broken, crumbly balls (which apparently was something in his hip) that I couldn't look up. I finally had to talk away with the kids to see the dog. If I had made eye contact with my husband, I would have LOST it.
Just awhile ago we were watching, "How It's Made" and it was an episode on ball bearings. I swear if they said balls once, they said it 100 times. I was in tears by the time it was over. I felt like a 14 year old giggling at the mention of the word "balls" but after tonight's conversation, I couldn't help it.
Balls. Hee hee.