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Yesterday we took Andy to his first Belmont County Fair. He's a bit young for the rides, still, but the 4H section of the fair is perfect for a 2-year-old. We did the greasy food thing and then found us some chickens. He enjoyed them until a rooster let loose with a big round of "cock-a-doodle-doo" and then he said, "Scared of rooster!" We left that barn.

So we moved on to the turkeys. Which he liked until they started to gobble hysterically, and then he said, "Scared of turkeys!" We left that barn.

Then it was the pigs. Big swine, they were. He was pretty much terrified of them right off the bat. The wet snouts, the deep grunts and snorts...I can understand that one. We left that barn.

The cows? Scared of them. The horses? Scared of them. (Have I mentioned the two-year-old fear phase? I think it's here.)

The goats, though, must have a special place in his heart, because he voluntarily touched one. I showed him how nice they were and he stroked it's back and said, "That's an awesome goat."

So, I guess we should put that farm down-payment on hold and just get a goat for the backyard.