This morning we went for a bike ride/stroll/jog (Rosie's new bike is mostly fun, some white-rage-shrieking) and there was a big gray cloud over the mountain.
RJ: that cloud is brown. When the cloud is brown, it means thunder and lightening... I think the sky will crack!
RJ: I wonder if that haole guy will be there.
me: huh? What haole guy? what's a haole guy?
RJ: a guy who dresses all weird.
RJ: baby goats are cuter than real babies.
speaking of baby goats...
A couple of weeks ago we went on a field trip to Kunana Goat Dairy and met these very cute little dairy goatlets, one day old.