My interpretation: "yeah Jent you need to make sure the kids get down a couple of bales that are way to heavy for them to carry thru the manure that is at least 8 inches deep in the lot which means that really you should just head out there and do it yourself"
So the boy and I head out there - I put on a pair of regular boots and he puts on Chris' rubber boots (don't ask because I have no idea why) - we feed the calves he pushes two heavy bales out of the loft and I realize I really should have on rubber boots so the boy and I proceed to trade boots (without sitting down which means that we can't have our feet touch the nasty barn floor either-remember I have sock issues) when Chris comes in the barn to "see" how we are getting along - he looks at me and says "wow those bales are gonna be heavy for you how about I carry them out to the gate for you?"
So I get the first bale in the feeder alright and head back to get the second bale when my boot (well his boot 3 sizes too big for me) gets sucked into the manure and I head face first into the
The boy ran in the house yelling "I'm getting the camera" which serves me right because that is exactly what I would of done if it had been Chris or one of the kids!
It's a good thing I love him and after all it is man night!