yes, the goat is trying to eat Thomas
Even though we'd just visited Monday, when our playgroup friends suggested meeting at the farm I didn't hesitate.
You see, on our Monday visit we didn't really "do" the farm. We had one of those days where you wonder how exactly we filled the time from arrival to departure, aside from the seven visits to the claustrophobic bathroom. Certainly, it was filled, and everyone had a good time, but what did we do?
(Oh, I remember a few things, like the time the farmer sheered the sheep and gave us some wool to feel. Nice, right? Until he said, "this came from his stomach and bottom, so it's pretty dirty." Oh. Oh, yes. That brown stuff does look a lot like sheep poop.)
So Wednesday we arrived early, picked up a few things at the farm store, and were happy to see our friends arrive at the playground. I've not been in the best of moods this week (teething baby, I'm looking at you!), so it was nice to have a morning in which the kids were somewhat occupied and I could distract myself away from their unyielding neediness with the company of other mothers who understand that feeling.
I know how we filled that day: with impromptu games of hide-and-seek and ring-around-the-rosy; with snacks at the picnic table and caterpillar hunts; and with eleven pairs of hands feeding some lucky farm animals.
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