Overheard in the Barnyard

The hen house has become the hang out for my daughters. They love climbing in and out and lathing the door behind them. They have even had the neighbor kids over to try it out.

Today, while I was gathering up tools, I overheard my youngest daughter counting down in the hen house.

"Three. Two. One and a half. One and a quarter. One and a penny."

Too bad she got interrupted. I was dying to know what came next!