The hoe

After a Saturday trip to Lowes Maggie wanted a child size hoe that she saw there.  She has the shovel and the rake but now wants the hoe.  As we were working on the garden she continued to talk about it.  I said well maybe fore Easter.   She asked me what it was called again.  Here was our funny conversation.

"What is it called again Mom?"

"It's called a hoe, honey"

"A Hoe?"

"Yes"

 

"Ok well, I'm going to pray for a hoe!"

"Oh really"

"Yes"

"Ok, but I don't really think you need to pray for a hoe sweetheart."

"That's ok, I'm still going to pray for a hoe for Easter."

It was so hard not to laugh.

P.S.  Guess who is getting a hoe for Easter!