So we went with Josh's preschool to a dairy farm this morning.
We had a really good time.
On the way there, Becky said, "Mom, we are going to a HAIRY farm!"
I said, "No, honey, we are going to a DAIRY farm."
She replied, "No, it's a HAIRY farm. My Dad said so."
Well, I guess he would know...right?
Anyway, we got to enjoy all the sights and sounds and smells (mmm, mmm, good) of a working dairy farm.
The kids got to take a tour of the farm, including a hay ride, looking at a chicken, up close and personal, playing on the farm equipment, and duck racing with old fashion water pumps (they used the pumps to float a rubber ducky down a pipe).
They even got to pet a sheep and have some ice cream.
The highlight of their adventure was making a "dirt baby." It is a little stocking full of dirt and seed that the kids glued googly eyes on. The seeds will eventually spout and look like the baby is growing hair.
So, I guess Troy was right, it WAS a HAIRY farm.