Ice cream and goats

After a bout with roseola and almost a week in quarantine, we were finally able to go out and enjoy the holiday weekend. We took a trip to a large ice cream and agriculture entertainment center near us.

I'll let Peanut show and explain it you:


First we had ice cream. Momma got vanilla for me but I liked Daddy's cookies and cream much better.



Excuse me, Daddy, that is my ice cream. There is a cup of vanilla sitting over there melting if you want some.



What? Why are you laughing? Do I have something on my face?



Then Momma and Daddy took me to see the goats. I didn't really know what to think except they were kind of stinky.



I'm suspicious. What if one of them bites me?



I think the sugar from the ice cream just kicked in.