HOW IT CAME TO BE KNOWN AS THE FAUX FARM.

 Thirteen year old kids are just naturally smart alecks.  It has nothing to do with TV, school bus education (the farther back you sit -the more you learn) or even rock music.  It is a developmental stage that is ingrained in them and that is all there is to it. To wit.  Jilly-bob and I were visiting the Sylvans, our Amish friends. Yes Amish, as in no TV, no MTV, no  Atv and no e-l-e-c-t-r-i-c-i-t-y . A new calf had been born and Jilly-bob was bottle fedding it. She came running up to me and asked if we could take it back to our farm.  Sylvan Jr., the 13 year old,  said “Yeah Ann – why don’t you take it to your farm”  to which I had to reply  “Now Sylvan Jr. you know I don’t really have a farm”.  And then with a true smart aleck smirk on his little face came this ” Oh I don’t you don’t have a farm – I just don’t know if you know you don’t have a farm”.    And so – in a tribute to all 13 year old smartie pants out there my farm will forever more be known as “The Faux Farm”  cause even I know it isn’t a real farm.  Though I hate to reminded of it.