The problem with making promises that you think will never come true is this: they sometimes come true. When I told Little Farmer that someday when we lived on a farm he could get a pig, and told Big Farmer he could get a rabbit I didn't think that day would ever come. Pigs smell vile and rabbits, quite frankly, freak me out. What is with some of them having red demon eyes? What are they good for? I mean, talk about your boring house pet. I digress.
Anyhow, so off we went to Forsythe Farm today. Agenda item number one was to pick pumpkins. Agenda item number two was acclimating Big City Girl to the farm animals. Here is what I learned:
1. Baby goats are totally adorable! I wanted to take one home then and there. Until I walked a little further down and stopped to take a picture of Big Farmer. It was there that I, totally engrossed in my photo taking, was accosted by a much larger, bearded and completely unadorable billy goat. We will be passing on the goats.
2. Chickens are completely moronic animals. But they are easily contained and I do love eggs. We will take the chickens.
3. Where there is mud, a child will fall in it. Does anyone have a pattern for sewing plastic pants? Sigh, I can almost see my brand new laundry machine breaking from over use.
And so our day ended successfully with everyone picking a pumpkin.
Baby Farmer learned that a pumpkin is not to be eaten in the same way as an apple....a gingerbread cookie decorated like a pumpkin that turns your teeth orange is far more delicious.
Tomorrow? Naming the pets.
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