The Goat Boy

Several weeks ago I went with a friend and her little boy to a nearby historical farm. We went early in the morning and there was hardly anyone there. It was a toddler's heaven. Asher ran all over the place petting and looking at animals to his heart's content. At one point he ran into this barn, that I don't think we were suppose to go into, where there was a man milking a cow. He asked if we wanted to try milking it. Asher and his little friend were too scared but my friend and I jumped at the chance. I know it probably sounds funny to those of you who grew up on farms but I thought it was so much fun. It made me want to get a cow... maybe just a little one :)

By far Asher's favorite part was the goats. The first thing he told me when he saw them was, "Doats... ooh...ball." There was a basketball in the goat pen and Asher was determined to get some goat to play with him.

Once he realized that they weren't going to play. He took to snuggling them instead.

He sat there with his arm around the goat for a long time. It was a patient goat. Eventually I had to drag him... literally... out of the goat pen.

I got these two videos of the little goat boy. The first one is him attempting to get the goats to play basketball with him. It is pretty cute, but not as cute as the second one in which he gives three goats a big bear hug. Good thing goats are heavy or they might have been carried around like our poor chickens.

Hmmm, maybe we could get a goat next... just a little one.