Pickles...

Pickles. Not the most exciting topic to discuss, but when you add children to the mix you get more than just a sweet pickle., you get a sweet story.

We were eating dinner at the table and the kids were busy crunching on some dill pickles. I thought I would impress them with my mom knowledge and said; "hey, did you know pickles are made from cucumbers?" Hunter looked at me and said "A cucumber is a cucumber and a pickle is a pickle."

"It's not a cucumber?" I asked simply. "Then how do we get pickles?"

Hunter answered like I should have known better..."From THE pickle tree."

"A pickle tree?" I asked quietly, trying not to smirk...

"Yeah, pickles grow on trees."...okay...so Hunter's answer was priceless...but this pickle story gets a little better...

I catch my husband's eye and he winks at me and asks, "Hunter...how does a farmer farm pickles?"

Hunter placed his little chin in his hand and thinks a moment..."That's easy, the farmer walks down each pickle row and puts jars around the best pickles. The farm then picks the jars, and pickle trucks take them to the store."