So today my son Skylar had his first up-close-and-personal encounter with goat poop. 🐐💩 And y’all… the moment was nothing short of magical. And mildly traumatic. But mostly magical.

There he was, standing in awe, just living his best farm-kid life, when Gina decided it was time to… lighten the load. Right in front of him. Like right there.

And just as the little poop pellets started dropping like a vending machine gone wild, Uncle Eric—being the chaotic instigator he is—leans over and goes,

“Look, buddy… she’s pooping blueberries!” 🫐💀

Skylar’s eyes got SO big, I swear I saw his soul leave his body. I could practically hear his internal dialogue: “WHY are the blueberries falling out of the goat? Is this normal? Is fruit just… in there??”

He didn’t run. He didn’t cry. He just stood there. Wide-eyed. Frozen. Processing. As tiny goat turds rolled in every direction like chocolate chips across a tile floor.

Anyway, I guess we’re homeschooling biology now. Farm edition. With extra fiber. 🤷‍♀️

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