Eating Hay

Anna: Oh, yum! That looks good, Mommy. I want some.

Georgia: There's plenty. Tell me which bin you want, and I'll make the others leave so you can have it.

Anna, nibbling the hay hanging out of Georgia's mouth: I want yours, Mommy.

Georgia: But it's half-chewed . . . . Are you sure you don't want me to get Chloe out of the big bin? I haven't spit at her at all this afternoon. She's due.

Anna: Naw. This is good. Thanks, Mommy!

Georgia, eyeing Chloe: All right. Let me know if you change your mind, little one.