Eldest is prepping to do some house-sitting for some friends of ours. Central to this assignment is the ability to milk a goat. She has gone over around milking time several times now to practice her mad goat-milking skills. This evening when she got back home after milking, our six year old daughter listened to her description of the visit with great interest.
Apparently Eldest left a key bit of information out of the narrative, because finally the 6 year old said, “Was it a boy goat or a girl goat?”
Too funny! Or worms. Maybe she got them mixed up with worms. 😉
Haha, thats so precious….. sounds like something my kids would say… BTW i love reading your blog!
::: laugh :::
Too cute.
hahahahaha Too funny!
Oh wow! I can’t imagine house sitting duties involving goat milking, but love that she was up for it anyway! Ha!
Steph
Ha ha ha! I see a lesson coming on…
That is so cute. I grew up on a farm and made the mistake of trying to milk a billy goat while my mom was milking our nanny goats…needless to say, I got a little lesson in anatomy that day. (and I think I was about 5!) 🙂
Kids are too funny!