You know you live in the country when...

I am planning on doing a Thanksgiving recap but don't have it in me tonight. So I thought I would just share this for now.

We went out for "peepa" tonight and Wyatt got a whiff of something unpleasant. He stopped eating, breathed in deeply (as though to get a better assessment of what it was), and then declared really loud for everyone to hear "Shooo-weee. I smell chitchen bon (chicken barn) poop!"