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.