Being a Farmer is Gross

(Please enjoy these entirely unrelated pictures of our little town's fall festival that we went to this past weekend.) 


"Hello, Pediatrics Nurse Line, this is April, how can I help you?"


"Hi, April, I have a question, that I don't know if you know the answer..." I trail off.

"Oh," said April brightly, "I'll try."

I took a deep breath and went on:

"Okay, here's the thing: Our chickens have round worm. The kids, all of them, have handled the chickens before we KNEW they had worms. According to Dr. Google, people can get round worms pretty easy. Do I need to deworm my children?"

"Oh," said April, less brightly, "I'm not sure about that."



After making sure she had my correct information, she hung up, promising to call back after talking to our pediatrician.


In case you're wondering, every single inhabitant of our little farm has now been dewormed.




Every.

Single.

One.

The medicine tastes like a disgusting banana smoothie.