If it wasn't for Grandpa she probably would have walked right through the mud and she probably would not have ventured close enough to pet the cows. She liked the sheep best . . . "because they didn't stink like the pigs." . . . and informed us that, . . . "the cows were girl cows because they had earrings on." She makes everything special . . . and somehow always convinces Grandpa to stop for ice cream. What a great start to a long weekend.
