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We attended wedding #2 of the year yesterday and it was a success, of course. Kansas City is enjoying Milwaukee-like temps, the bride was gorge, and the company was hilarious as always.

For instance, one of our friends introduced us to a man neither of us had ever met before. This guy was probably 40s-50 years old, the proud owner of an intense country twang, and highly entertaining. Please observe our interaction with him:

Country Twang guy: "So where are y'all from?"

Nate and Julia: "We live in Milwaukee right now."

CT guy: "Y'all have any kids?"

N and J: "No, not yet." (brief awkward pause, wherein Julia overanalyzes this question fully and cringes at yet another question about when we'll have kids.) "But we have a dog who is basically like our son." (I threw that one in there for good measure and also because it's true)

CT guy: (eyebrow raised, staring directly at Julia for this one) "Y'all are gonna get rid of that dog when you start dropping calves."

{let that sink in, you guys. 'Dropping calves' can only be assumed to be a reference towards having children?? Am I a cow now? Will I be expelling cattle from my nether regions anytime soon? Hooves?!?! Tails?? GAH.

And as an aside, how DARE he suggest we'll ever get rid of Henry. Our baby, our first-born. NEVER, I say. Never.}

N and J: "Oh my, I'm not sure we'll drop a calf anytime soon...."

CT guy: (on a roll now) "But y'all are gonna have purdy lookin kids, whatcha waitin for? "

And this was the moment that I couldn't contain my laughter any more. I'm fairly certain he was trying to be funny and not being serious, but who knows. When I told my parents about this interesting encounter, my dad---who raised cattle on our farm nearly all of his life---said, "Well, I've certainly heard that term before but never in reference to humans. " They found it hilarious, too, once they got the image of me dropping a cow out of their minds.

And now, my Missouri vacation continues. Ahhhhhhh. We don't leave until Tuesday and I cannot tell you how fabulous it feels to be back home just lounging around with my parents. Nate has successfully golfed himself into a coma, Mom has cooked an obscene amount of food already, and Henry is more spoiled than any dog should be. It's a rough life, I tell you.

So with that, I'm back to my vaycay. Just hold onto that phrase of 'dropping calves' for future use, okay? Has anyone experienced such an odd encounter with a stranger about having kids? Geesh.