This weekend we did a family walk around the neighborhood and stopped by the playground. After a few trips down the ‘lide, it was time to go get lunch. In his stroller, Landon was fussing and crying – partly because he was upset we had to leave the ‘lide, but also because he was hungry and it was almost naptime. To try to pacify him, I tried a game that sometimes works… “Landon, what sound does a cow make?” And depending on his mood, he may or may not respond with an answer. Well, this weekend, he wasn’t playing along, so I went ahead and told him the answers… “Cow says moo.” I tried again. “How about sheep, Landon. What does sheep say?” Still no dice on a response. “Baaaa,” I answered for myself.
Then I asked, “What does goat say?” and I couldn’t think of the answer. After a second I came up with something. I turned to Landon and said… “Bleet, bleet.” To which Dean responds – “Is that a cussing goat?”
” ‘Bleet’, I said, not bleep!”