Pretty fields and donkey foot

For a couple Haiti-born fellows, K&O are really getting a handle on rural Americana - even if they are not quite sure what the right words are.

Each morning that I drive them to daycare I go "Papi's way" (as opposed to bearing left and going "Mommy's way") which takes us up over a little mountain. It also passes corn fields and horse pastures (so does Mommy's way...).

Almost always the boys point out the various land marks as we pass them: "Papi - look - pretty fields!" "Papi - look - corn!" (well, not at the moment, but this summer they did that). "Papi - look - donkey foot down there!"

What is "donkey foot" you ask? Well, no matter how often we say "look at those horses!" the boys insist they are "donkey foots". Horses = donkey foot go figure.

Last week on the way back from daycare we stopped to watch a woman riding a donkey foot. Now that was a treat!