Beware the wolf in toddler clothing...

The funniest thing happened when we went to get our tree. We actually went and got it the day after Thanksgiving, but I kept forgetting to share...

Our tradition is that we set aside about two hours to go and get our tree. We ride the haywagon out into the field, then walk around until we find the perfect tree. We cut it down, and then ride the haywagon back to the main house.

While they are trimming up the tree, and shaking all the needles out of it, we let the kids climb around on the hay bales, and we look at handmade ornaments and drink cider and all that fun Christmas stuff. Then, on our way out, we always stop by the goat pen and let the kids feed the goats.

Now, these goats are pets, very docile and not a bit skittish... generally. Elizabeth was over feeding them, and Colby crawled up to the pen and was talking to them and I am taking pictures. About 2 seconds after I snapped this picture, I realized that the mama goat was not amused. She was spitting and snorting and stomping, and getting ready to head-butt my sweet boy. I jerked Colby up right in the nick of time.

All Marty and I can figure is that she thought he was a predator coming to eat her babies the way he crawled up to the pen. It could have been a bad thing, but the picture really cracks me up.