Goats, Pumpkins & Azaleas, Oh My

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Now on to other things.

I went with Remy's first grade class to a local pumpkin farm.

They had to wear their class shirts, of which color Remy's was pink.
Yep, his whole class had to wear pink.
Azalea pink.
and I happen to think this color looks great on Remy,
so I took a million photos because it's rare to see him in pink.

Here he is waiting for the bus with his class, joking around.
He's the one in the shorts.

And I followed the bus in my car...
I've helped chaperon ON the bus before, and let me tell you, it's a little scary.
The free-flying, manic energy of around 100 six and seven-year-olds is a wild thing to behold.
so I was happy to view it from my own car.
And of course, I can see Remy sitting in the back of the bus.

That's him. Can you tell he is making farting noises with his armpit?
Yep, he is.
I'm so proud.
I have never been able to do it myself.
I'm slightly envious.

Now on to the views that I observed on this trip:

Please tell me this is a female goat who needs to be milked...

Because otherwise this goat has something else going on...
and it scares me.

Have you ever heard of a goat bridge?
Let me show you:





See that goat on the top right?
Now here's the same goat looking down at me.

I've never had a goat look down at me before.
It felt weird.

This is where the kids picked pumpkins.

And of all the bright orange, perfectly rotund pumpkins?

My unique child picked this one:

He sees things a little differently.
Just like his mama.