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August 30, 2004

Fairly Good Weekend

So we took WildChild to the county fair Saturday. He rode just about every kids' ride there, including two rollercoasters....one he could ride by himself, the other required riding with an adult. Which of course, I volunteered to do. He even insisted on riding the 'spook house' ride, which my daughter rode with him. It apparently wasn't as much fun as he imagined. My daughter said halfway through he started saying 'I scared' and as soon as their ride cart stopped, he was 'all done' and 'WildChild get out now!"

But the animal exhibits were the biggest hit, except for the chickens. The hundred or so roosters crowing incessantly were a bit overwhelming for him. He did, however, fall in love with a baby goat. It was about the same size as a blue-heeler dog, and was in a pen by itself, crying "Maaaaa! Maaaaaaa!" He wondered what that was all about, so I told him that it was crying because it wanted its mommy. He started fussing over it, trying to console it and kept telling it 'Your mommy will be back soon."

We finally got him away from it by distracting him with a different goat, but as soon as he left it, it started bleating again. Back he went, saying "Baby goat wants his WildChild." We practically had to drag him away....we finally had to bribe him with going to ride some of the carnival rides to get him to leave the goat pen.

Sunday morning, as I was packing his suitcase, I told him he was going to visit my parents. "No, " he said. "WildChild going to stay with mel-mi-nos."

??????

Off he went, dragging his suitcase down the hallway, insisting that he wasn't staying at my parents, he was staying with 'mel-mi-nos'.

Mike & I started trying to guess what the hell he was talking about.

'Elmo'?

No.

'Mee-mo's' ? (one of his other grandma's)

No. By this time he's giving us that 'are you retarded' look....then he mumbles something about goats.

Aha! "Animals? You want to go stay with the animals?"

Yep. That was it. Sorry GoatBoy, but you can't go stay with the animals at the fair. Then I forestalled the impending hissy fit by telling him he could ask my mom to get him a goat.

Heh.

Some of the first words out of his mouth when he saw my mom were "You get me a goat? For me?" I'm sure he's still bugging them about it.

My dad's gonna kill me. He hates goats.

*snicker*

I wonder what color their new goat will be.

Posted by Rita at August 30, 2004 08:01 AM

Comments

If only you would start using those powers for good.

Posted by: kenneth at August 30, 2004 08:23 AM

I thought I was. Doesn't every farm need a goat?

We'd get him one but we aren't allowed to keep farm animals within city limits. Fortunately.

Posted by: rita at August 30, 2004 10:07 AM

This is, of course, one of the reasons I enjoy being an Uncle so much. There's nothing as satisfying as putting an idea in your Nephew's head, and then sending him home to his Mother.

Posted by: Keith at August 31, 2004 11:49 AM

Heh. I'm guilty of that as well. I once so irritated my sister that she told my niece "Your Aunt Rita could convince you that buying a bag of shit is a good idea!"

I was the aunt from hell, which is prolly why I was my niece's favorite aunt.

Posted by: rita at August 31, 2004 12:09 PM