"The Look"

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So that is what the look means - I totally misinterpreted the eyes glazing over and shifting to the tv! Love this. Gave me a good laugh first thing this morning.

Constipated owl!
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I am about to get a worse look when hubby comes out of the bedroom to find out why I am laughing so hard and waking him up only for him to find it is BYC that is responsible! He always seems to figure it is duck related when I do something odd...having too much fun with them I guess!

So glad I posted the initial post - getting wonderful laughs out of the responses. And thought I was silly when I posted in the first place. Thank you all for your responses.
 
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Which look are we discussing here?

The one that means, "I am totally jealous. You never get that excited over me any more."

Or

The one that means, "My life would be SO less amusing without your quirky affections and amusingly odd behavior."

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I found out this morning that my husband has taught my 4 year old "the look". My chicks hatched and after examining them this morning I was told by my 4 year old "We aren't keeping them. You'd better get them out of the house before dad gets home." I wasn't sure if I should laugh or cry.

He's easily swayed just like his dad though so he agreed we should keep them but we should probably take them out to the barn.
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This is all too funny! My husband didn't have any kind of animal exposure growing up besides a dog. But after a year with me, he proposed to me at Parky's Farm, on the boat dock, this little park farm with a petting zoo and a working garden and what not. We went at least once a week so I could get some goat love, watch the chickens, and see the horses. Once a baby calf stuck it's nose right into his armpit and loved on him... he was surprised but I think he liked it.

Now... 11 years later... he's the one telling me to keep my hands out of the incubator, to remember to buy for quality and not for the sake of cuteness, he'll grab poo with his bare hands! Much to the dismay of his mother. He knows how to train a dog, ride a horse, hatch eggs, tell if an egg is fertile or not, who gets what feed and at what age... he's coming along nicely! Plus he's super handy and can build coops, hutches, all that.

I knew his training was complete when he tried to bring home a bottle baby pygmy goat and I had to tell HIM no!
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At least I'm capable of giving the look too. "Really babe? A goat? Where are you going to put this goat?"... That was a funny day.
 
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So there is hope for my city boy husband then. When he makes comments like the one posted below... I'm not so sure..

(At my dad's farm..)

DH: "So, can those cows be milked?"
Me: "No, honey."
DH: "Why not?"
Me: "Because they are hereford steers."
 

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