You Can Take the Boy Out of Ethiopia......

I'm sure I've mentioned before that when Petros lived in Ethiopia, they had goats (meich'chos). Quite a bit of the memories that he shares with us involve the goats or the cow. From what we gather, his oldest sister, Benshne, was in charge of the goats and Petros loved to play with them and to help out-one time he even lost one, and it made him cry!

I took Petros and his cousin Avery to Smiling Hill Farm yesterday for an ice cream and to play. They have several goats, a baby cow and ponies for kids to feed and pat. As I was getting them ready to leave, I heard a lady say, "Um, the goats are supposed to stay behind the gate, right?" A goat had broken out of it's humongous enclosure!

Without missing a beat, my child gets off the train that he was playing on (while all of us moms are standing around trying to figure out what to do) and herds it back behind the fence. We're all looking at each other in complete disbelief as he runs back to his train completely unaware that anyone thought what he did was pretty cool!

When we got in the car, I told Petros how cool it was that he did that, because nobody else knew what to do. His response: "It's not that big of a deal, Mommy. It was just one."