We aren't the most naturally outdoors kind of people, Noah. We are doing our very best to remedy that by forcing you outside at any opportunity. You seem to love it outdoors. Good for you.
Recently, then, when we had a barbecue on Mark's farm, you shat yourself with excitement. You ran around screaming at horses; pointing at dogs; battling angry cockerels and running after lambs. Not one of the days you've had so far in your short life will register in your long term memory, but I've got to tell you that this was one of your favourite days so far:
The thing you can hear daddy talking to Mark about making at the start (with a corkscrew or 'punching a hole in it') is a lamb. It got born without a bumhole so Mark had to cut one for it.
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