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Yesterday, we took Wesley and Lorrie strawberry picking at Parlee Farms, this fantastic and not-too-expensive place in Tyngsboro. He got a little over two pounds of strawberries for $7, and then wandered around for a little while.

They have a petting zoo on-site, with baby goats -- less than a month old. They had those little feed dispensers there, where you could get a handful of pellets for a quarter, so we decided to blow through the metal change from our berries on goat feed. Wesley got really into it.

Later in the day, he started talking about the goats again, so we gave him some leading questions: what color were the goats? What did they say? "Maa! Maa!" Wesley shrieked. "Oh, good job!" I said. "Great goat noise. Are you a little goat?"

"No!" Wesley said. "I'm a BOY."

"Oh," I said. Sometimes, he gets uncomfortable with non-literal speech, so I tried again. "Well, are you prete-"

"YOU be a goat," he ordered. Yay! Make-believe! So for the next few minutes, he alternated between me and Peter, running back and forth to feed us goat pellets.

The best part happened in the afternoon, though. We'd been playing this game in the living room, be on the couch, Peter in his recliner. So, that afternoon, we were out in the kitchen, and Wesley came pelting up to us, grabbed Peter's hand and said, "You be a goat!"

Peter said, "Okay! Do you want to give me food?"

Wesley said, "NO! You have to go back in the GOAT CAGE!" and hauled him back to his recliner until he sat. THEN he fed him.

Hooray for imaginative play!

Yesterday was a good day. :)