Despite what my teenage niece thinks (see my last blog), I’m pretty sure my 8- and 10-year-old nephews still think I’m cool. Of course, they aren’t basing this on my ability (or lack thereof) to operate my new cell phone. Instead, it’s my ability to drive them places they want to go.
I drove out to the farm this afternoon because nephew Blake of the Fairmont Buntjers is going to be spending the next week there. My folks traded their youngest granddaughter Alayna for her oldest brother on Friday, which means that after they fill Blake full of sweet corn and Grandma’s home-baked goodies (by next Friday) it will be Reece’s turn to spend a week at the farm.
Anyway, I took Blake for a ride to the back pasture on our 4-wheeler late this afternoon. We traveled the narrow path through the grove, sped up on the open dirt road between the alfalfa field and the soybeans until we rounded the curve, and then followed the waterway all the way back to the farthest point north on the property.
Before we made it that far, however, Blake tapped me on the shoulder and pointed to a critter in the soybeans. All that was visible was her head and just a little bit of her neck.
"What’s that, Julie?" he hollered over the rumble of the 4-wheeler.
Had I been quick enough … oh, if only I’d thought of it … I could have spun quite a tale. Instead, I told him it was a deer. Then I paused.
"It kind of looks like a kangaroo though, doesn’t it?" I asked. "Those big ears, that brown hair … it could be, don’t you think?"
"Yeah, it could be," replied Blake. "But you already said it was a deer!"
Now, I can be pretty darn gullible at times and, if that is something one can inherit, well, nephew Blake inherited every gullible ounce of his being from his Auntie Juwee.
I can’t tell you how many times I have fooled this kid with my outlandish tales. Quite honestly, it’s to the point that the kid questions anything I tell him. That makes me giggle all the more!
It’s just that Blake asks more questions than anyone I know (well, aside from me – but hey, I’m a reporter!) It’s so easy to toss out a line and reel him in … hook, line and sinker!
But I really missed my opportunity with the deer. Oh well, there’s always tomorrow!
I took Blake through the back pasture, stopping to watch the rings in the creek after a muskrat spied us and ducked under the water, and then stopping again to point out some of the unique prairie flowers in bloom.
We’d spent a little too much time out back and, realizing we needed to get ready to go to the movie, I took the path back to the house at a little faster pace. Poor Blake was sitting on the back rack (his choice, not mine!) About half way to our destination, he asked me to go slower than my 15 mph speed … "at least over the bumps!"
Well, I slowed up a little bit and continued on my way through the alfalfa field, then onto the path through the grove of trees. I dodged the branch of a choke cherry tree and was just about to drive between the narrowest point in the path when I heard Blake say, "Why did that cherry tree just hit me in the head?"
After controlling my laughter (it was only leaves that skirted the top of his noggin’), I told Blake, "Ah, next time I duck, you need to duck. OK?"
I’m pretty sure he’ll believe me on that request. As for everything else I tell him, well, I’m thinking he’s learned to be a skeptic!