Last week was county fair week and that means one of our local towns was filled with carnival sights, funnel cake smells and 4-H animal sounds. Our son loved every minute of it and the entire time I kept thinking how much better this all was when I was a kid – funny how growing up ruins everything.

Getting to see all of the animals was the highlight of the weekend. And much to my surprise, I never was asked, “Mommy, can we have chickens? Can we have a rabbit?” He seems to be content with black kitty and our horses.

We were touring the goats (which were my son’s favorite) when I caught sight of the smartest one in the show arena. Can you see him sticking his head through the fence chowing down on the bag of feed? I had to laugh and think to myself – “Follow your nose little guy! That’s right – it’s 100 degrees and if you can get a little extra nourishment, the judges will never know.”

As our son grows and is able to “do” more at local events, I get a clearer picture of where our summer days are headed…showing our horse Thelma in 4-H. I’m just not sure I’m ready for a goat yet.

Until we walk again …