So we were driving home on Saturday from dropping BB off with my gma. We meet her halfway in a podunk little town that is mostly comprised of cow pastures and an occassional house. This is the conversation that took place between BD and I:
SPM - "wow, look at all that land!"
BD - "It'd be fun to take a four wheeler out there."
SPM - "yeah, until you hit a pot-hole and fly off and break your neck and leave me a widow and your son fatherless."
BD - "How would a pasture have a pot-hole?"
SPM - "I don't know, the cows probably dig them."
BD - "I don't think cows dig."
SPM - "Yes they do, that's why they're always huddled in groups. Stupid."
BD - "So when I see a group of cows they are probably up to no good?"
SPM - "Exactly."
**Passing a huddling of cows at that exact moment**
BD - "It looks like they were just eating to me."
SPM - "That's what they want you to think."
Seeing that reason was going to get him nowhere in this conversation, BD changed the subject.