RJ and the kids

Today Rosie has been on a quotable roll.
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!

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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.

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RJ: baby goats are cuter than real babies.
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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.

 The farm apparently put the children in a posey mood.

 Look at all that chevre!

 We got to sample some of their truly tasty products. My favorite was the lilikoi chevre.

 Well, look who we got to take home! Three of those same baby goatlets that we met were available, and so we were able to adopt them. Rosie has named them Rosie (the white one, because she has white hair), Maaaarideth, and Daddy. Yes, Daddy is a she-goat. :)

 Princess ballerinas love goats.

 I love their little camel noses.

Maile does not enjoy them. She spasms, legs kicking and frantic whining, when animals are around, even birds. Also, they defy description, she doesn't know what to call them. The sign for goat is a little complicated, so she signs "DOG" and makes her pig noise at the same time. But our little pig-dogs are pretty charming, hopefully they'll grow on her.