Fast Goats

Since Facebook, the place I usually share my news and the funniness about my boys has a character limit on the posts, I have decided to just use my blog now to post what makes me laugh, rather than trying to condense the conversations and words to 420 characters. Here's tonight's funny:

I was sitting with the boys on the front stoop, snacking on fresh picked, organic apples from one of the apple trees in my yard, listening to their funny, random remarks and conversation when this little tidbit came up:

Bubba: I wish we could buy a goat.

Me: You want a goat, Bubbie?

Bugs: Yeah, they eat grass. You would never have to mow again!

Bubba: Duh, not a weal goat, Bwycie. It's a cahr. You know, dat you dwive?

Bugs: Oh yeah. That would be sweet. Maybe dad could get one of those and I could drive it and you could get the Lexus, Bub.

Bubba: Nah. I wants to go fast. I'm gettin' da goat.

*sigh* like father like sons. I wonder if gasoline in the veins is hereditary?