A fond memory

When my daughter was 5 or so, we went up to the sheep pens, after I got off from work, at the local agriculture university. We walked across the gravel parking lot, gravel crunching under our feet. As we got to the pens, the sheep poured out of the barn. My daughter asks me, "Daddy why did the sheep come out of the barn?" I told her it was probably because it was their feeding time. They heard us and thought we were going to feed them.

"No, daddy, I think it was because the barn door was open!"