Boys and Poo, the 8th Wonder of the World
The boys and I field-tripped to a goat farm today with some friends of ours. We could also refer to the event as Adventures in Poo. The sheer variety of excrement thrilled a posse of little boys to no end.
Brownie is seven but has long been peculiarly interested in the world of poo. Between the pot-bellied pig, roosters, chickens, goats, cats, horses and dogs, he delighted in a wonderful array of literal field samples.
Our sneakers bear witness.
We loved on huge, fluffy, herding dogs. Yes, that is the official name of the breed. Genus: Fluffy. Species: Herding Dog. My 7-year-old asked me, seriously, if it was a lion. Oh, I am a fine and upstanding homeschooler.
We also gazed upon all sorts of prize-winning goats. This one is due to give birth any day. Bless. Her. Heart. Clearly, you can't blame her for not wanting to be photographed.
The good news is that mama goats apparently lose their baby weight super fast. This one just had babies days ago! {That seems downright unfair. She's probably a celebrity goat who has a personal trainer and weight-loss pills at her disposal.}
Also? Baby goats start walking around within 30 minutes of being born. I was thanking the good Lord that my own babies did not do that.
And though we oohed and ahhed over newborn goats, marveled at a 3-legged cat, sampled goat cheese and fudge, and tickled this ginormous pig with a chicken feather....
What did we talk about the entire way home?
Poo.
Mommy, are flies the only animals that eat poo? Why do flies like poo? Did God make them to eat poo?
He went on to describe each animal's specific size and shape of poo and told me he is really, really interested in learning more about poo.
And after he queried about loftier subjects like how God made us from the dust of the earth and how, exactly, God made our eyeballs, we returned again to the topic of poo.
The world is just full of wonders, he sighed.
Yes, yes it is. And a certain little boy's fascination with the world of poo is certainly one of them for me.
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{Tell me I'm not alone. For those of you with boys,
please reassure that all of this is within the range of normal.}