As I mentioned, it was raining over the weekend, and so, naturally, we decided to go to Codman Farm. This is my emergency rainy day go-to spot when the kids need to burn some energy. The meat freezers are in a big barn with hay and plenty of space to run around and get some fresh air while I debate with myself whether or not to buy the giant $14 bag of suet.
This should really be a no-brainer. Yes, buy the suet and relive the golden, olden days of McDonald’s french fries in your very own home. And, yet, can I justify a bag that big? Although, when it melts down, it probably would all fit in a single pot. But, still, $14 for one batch of fries? Can you reuse suet the way you reuse oil or does it go rancid? God, where’s the Pseudo-Chef when you really need her?
Anyway, I have this conversation with myself every time we go, and every time I get home I think, why the fuck didn’t I buy that suet? I will never learn. In the meantime, the kids have had fun and we usually see an animal or two. Which brings me to the real reason for this post. Asses.
Behold, once again, the Preschooler:
Me: See the donkey over there?
Him: Yeah. That’s a nice ass.
Me: Um, what? (Who is he talking to and how many years have just elapsed?)
Him: An ass is what I call a donkey.
Me: Well, that’s true. That is another name for them, I guess. But, people usually just call them donkeys.
Him: Well, I like to call them asses.
(How can I, of all people, really argue with creative license?)
Me: Okay, but here’s the thing. Ass is also a naughty word for butt. And the donkey might think that we’re calling him a butt, which isn’t a very nice thing to say.
Well, that was easy. I don’t think I’ll have any such luck with the f word.