Commotion

This morning David informed Landen that he would be helping him and Uncle John work calves today.
"I'm not trained to do that," Landen replied.
I assured him that his dad would provide free on-the-job training.
It turned out Landen's job was to find the underlined numbers on the list, which were heifer calves, and keep his eye on those calves.
As he was watching with John this afternoon, two calves started messing around in the pen.
Landen told his uncle, "That's calf commotion!"
And, later, when one jumped on top of another, he said, "Rodeo!"
Where does he come up with this stuff?
Now, if he would just learn to tie his shoes . . . .