My Seussical Life for 2004 September 27

Samuel is doing a lot of story-telling these days. One of my favorites that he repeats grew from an experience he had a week and a half ago when we went to the Deanna Rose Farmstead in Kansas City. This farm has a fenced into an area where visitors can enter and offer food pellets to about six eager and seemingly-starving goats. The goats were abnoxious and pesty the day we visited, but in a way that almost seemed cute. They amused me because their behaviour resembled that of two little runts I spend my days with--you know who I mean. One of the goats was so assertive, he grabbed the ziplock baggie of food out of my hand with his little teeth and then devoured the pellets when they fell out all over on the ground. Well, Samuel was very frightened by these goats (for good reason), and he sat on my hip clinging to me the whole five minutes it took to offer our dollar's worth of feed. At one point, while my attention was not on Samuel, a goat came over and bit into his shirt, tugging for his attention. Samuel now reminds us of this over and over, saying, "Goat!" He then pulls at his shirt saying, "shirt!" Then he covers his mouth with his two hands, shruggs his shoulders to his ears, and giggles with hilarity. The moment wasn't funny to him at the time, but Samuel continues to laugh about it now. So. . . if you see him soon, and he looks at you and says "Goat!," you'll know the story he is telling, and you'll be able to laugh along with him.