Emma and FFA

Emma, Ted, and I went out to lunch for the last weekday of the summer. We're talking about if there are any changes in the third grade. We decide classes are harder, but they don't join any clubs until fourth grade (spelling bee, math club, etc).

Ted asks Emma if she wants to join FFA later on. She immediately says "oh, yeah!" I'm trying not to snicker at my redneck child. So Ted says "Future Farmers of America?" and Emma says "uh... Favorite Fall Activities?" And I almost do a spit-take, cause that's the Emma I know, not the future goat herder.