I wheel Mister’s umbrella stroller into the barn. I tiptoe my sequined toes around the horse poop. I’m not prepared for the farm. We just came from church. Mister has a cold. And I didn’t pack his dinner. Was this such a good idea?
I know as soon as Mister sees the farm that it was. Mister pops a piece of straw in his mouth like Farmer Brown. He pats the horse’s neck and lets the cow sniff his hand. Then he sees the pigs. When he gets a whiff, he turns to his grandma like “What is that smell?” When one pig lets out a loud snort and Mister looks at me like “Mom, would you get a load of this?” It makes him laugh.
This week, I’d like some help on a story idea. I want to write a book about a farmer who freaks out because his farm is in chaos. What could be the source of the chaos?