July 02, 2005


Surfing the old blog roll usually triggers a muse or two.

Today I noticed Tammi has been checking around her place for certain balls to drop.

After reading that post, I remembered a time just before I started kindergarten, before my mom first went to work.

Back then, my mother raised bantam "banty" chickens, quail, pheasant, and rabbits to sell for extra pocket money.

Just before Easter, an elderly couple brought their two young grandsons to our place to buy a rabbit or two. For obvious reasons, the couple wanted to make sure the bunnies they purchased were the same sex, they did not want a bunny of each gender.

My mom separated all the little female bunnies in one pen and all the little male bunnies in another. The two boys each picked out their respective bunnies from the all male pen.

Before they left, the little old lady asked my mother if both bunnies were boy bunnies.

My mother nodded emphatically.

The lady then asked her how she knew for sure.

In broken English, my mother responded by turning one of the bunnies over onto its back in her hand and saying: "If you look under their tails, the boys have these two little 'tatoes'."

A bit shocked, they took their bunnies and quietly left.

Once they were gone, I turned to my mother and asked why she called them "tatoes."

I will never forget. She picked up another little boy bunny and explained: "They look like little furry new potatoes. See?"

Oh. Just what my five-year-old mind needed to know. Not.

Posted by Christina at July 2, 2005 08:13 PM

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LOL! Not what your 5 y/o self would want to know AT all, but funny, nonetheless :)
Love your blog, and have now had to blogroll you - the can't be too much feistiness in the world :)

Posted by: DaFFy at July 3, 2005 03:57 AM

heh! THAT's funny! :-)

Posted by: Tammi at July 3, 2005 02:14 PM

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