Newt and ReeRee went to feed the bulls and mares with the cake pickup. They were bouncing through the pasture.
ReeRee: “Daddy, where is the road? Whatcho driving on?”
Newt: “I’m driving on the road.”
ReeRee suspiciously: “That not the eyeway (highway)!”
Newt: “We’re driving on the trail road. See the tracks,” as he pointed to the two soft indentions leading through the grass.
ReeRee after checking out the tracks, nodded vigorously: “I LOVE TRAIL ROADS! I like them lots!”