We went to the farm that his milk and eggs, etc., come from. They were having a Spring Festival, and they're about an hour or so away. William now thinks he should go to the farm and have this glorious time every day. He asks waking up, he asks going to bed, he asks in the car and in the middle of mealtime. William loved the farm.
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| A little confused at first. |
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| Hanging out with the calves in the calf barn. |
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| Hellooooo, cow! |
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| Looking like they're mocking each other bending their necks (like a giraffe). |
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| William's new little friend here was about 3 weeks old. (There was one farther down the line who was born that same day!) |
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| Patting his friend (gently) on the head. |
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| The calf returned the favor by licking William on the leg. He thought this was amazing and randomly inserts it in conversation all the time. "Cow lick foot." (Close enough) |
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| So delighted that the cow licked his leg! |
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| Enjoying sweet potato fries and underwhelming barbecue |
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| Chasing chickens |
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| Then there was a Civil War reenactment encampment. Not sure why. |
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| Visiting the chicks/ducklings house. Of all the things he saw that day, these were the things he was "sared" of. |
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| Back to the calf barn. These two really get each other. |
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| Even Daddy gets in on the act! |
