One a trip back from Red River one year. Tanner was lazily looking out the window and enjoying the passing scenery. He saw a big lone cottonwood tree out in the middle of a field.
Tanner: Look at that tree. If I were a tree, I would want to be that one. Left alone, plenty of room to grow, providing shade for cows..... that's a nice tree.
Then he looked at me and asked.
Tanner: Mom, what kind of tree do you think you would be?
Without even waiting for me to answer Dennis chimed in
Dennis: She'd be a cactus!
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