I wonder what kind of search results I will get from that title.
As we returned home from an impromptu shopping trip (went for chicken, $100 later grocery shopping for the week was finished), I heard a couple of our goats bleating in the barn. The girls and I went to check on them. They were fine, just annoyed by their environment. We gave them a little hay, loved on them a bit and headed out of the barn.
We carried some groceries in the house and as we came back out, we could hear them again. To which this cutie -
stated with a dramatic sigh, “Oh great, she’s bleaching again.”
I had not heard the goat yet and was confused, “Huh?”
“She’s bleaching again.” Eyeroll added for emphasis this time.
I hear the goat, “Oooh, the goat!”
“Yeah.” (Insert “duh, mom” look)
“She’s bleating, sweetheart, and it’s ok.”
“Oh, ok.” And off she skips.
I love my little jumpin’ jelly bean.
P.S. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! I have a new word for 2012, which I’ll share soon.