"We don't have a farm!"

This morning I was lamenting to KJ that life couldn't be like it was back in the day on the prairie.  "I just want to stay together!" I moaned.  


"You could work in the field, and I could make butter and feed the chickens and teach the kids at home, and we could always be together."  


Ella happened to be listening in for this little conversation, and injected, "We don't have a farm! Let Dad go to work, Mom."


Okay.  Never mind.