Before we bring our own goaties home, we wanted to take Coco to the goat farm to visit the mamas and babies. I said, “Look, Coco! Goats! You will love them and play with them and protect them with your life.”
Coco reacted with the same immediate enthusiasm she had for stairs.
She bounced off to talk to their chickens. She knows about chickens. She has some of them.
“Coco, come back!”
“You can do it, Coco. You were so brave just the other day.”
“See how pretty the babies are? So sweet and adorable?”
Coco sniffed a little bitty baby with great caution. “It’s okay, Coco,” I told her. “Look what innocent cherubs they are, fresh from God’s arms.”
“They bounce, Coco. Just like you.”
“See how they romp and frolic and clamber?”
“See how they– What are they doing? They’re too young for– Oh, no. No!”
“Don’t look, Coco! Don’t look!”