What? Goats? Happy? Apparently, according to Hubs, anyway.
Big One was still awake and I could hear whimpering coming from his room (typical part of our nighttime routine). I went to check on him, scare away the monsters, explain the shadows are just his toys. The usual. Hubs also joined us.
Big One: But I'm thinking about monsters and shadows.
Me: Well, think about happy things. Like carousels. And puppies.
Hubs: And goats.
Big One: What? [As in how in the world can you put puppies and goats in the same category. That makes no sense, Dad. What are you on?]
Big One looks at me, searching for some understanding.
Me: I'm with you, Big One.
Hubs: Like at the pumpkin patch. You know, like a petting zoo.
We're city folk so apparently seeing a goat at the petting zoo is memorable.
Maybe you had to be there.