My mom married a man that loves horses. And since the first time James visited them, he fell in love with horses too. This weekend my mom took him on a little road trip up to the “the farm”. I’m pretty sure James was in a part of his heaven. She posted this photo on Facebook of him climbing the hay bales in the barn.
I thought it was adorable. I was happy because I could tell James was having good kid fun. I showed it to David.
“Look at James.”
“That’s cute. I hope he watched for snakes. Snakes like to hang out around that hay.”
Thanks for that David. Couldn’t he let me bask in the glow of my kid’s happiness for five minutes without triggering my inner helicopter mom.
That evening I went to pick James up from mom’s.
“Did you see the photo of James in the hay?”
“Yep. I thought it was adorable until David told me about the snakes.”
“There’s no snakes in the hay.”
Billy, who is a quiet man, studied the food on his plate.
“David said that snakes like to hang out around hay. Ask Billy.” Him, being a veterinarian and having been around horses and cows most of his life, knows way more about animals, hay, and snakes than we ever will.
Mom was aghast. “Do snakes like to hang out around the hay?”
He slowly looked up with a small smile. “Uhhhhh…. I don’t know.”
I laughed and gave my mom a pointed look. “That means yes.”
My overprotective mother could not believe what she was hearing. “Seriously?!”
Billy chuckled. “Well, maybe sometimes.”
I looked at James who was listening with a smile. “Watch for snakes the next time you’re climbing in the hay.”
I guess this was our first lesson that a trip to the farm might not be all fun and games.