So on shore towns, like the ones you pass through going into the Outer Banks, there are a lot of fruit and veggie stands and some of them are attached to farms where, hold onto your hats, they have baby goats.
When we were driving down to the beach last week, we stopped by one to get some fruits and veggies for the house and there were some baby goats climbing around their playpen. Blaine almost died. “Are the goats for sale too?!” he asked, reaching in to pet them.
“Yup!” The farmer said as I rifled through his selection of corn.
I looked over at Blaine and he looked at me with those stupidly big, animated eyes of his and I knew exactly what he was thinking and it actually pained my heart to say, “Blaine. We can’t. And you know we can’t.”
But I took my time picking out the rest of the produce while he got to play with some baby goats, so I hope that was some compensation.