Farm
Me: Guess what, next week we're going to a farm.
3-year-old (M): Who lives on the farm?
Me: Well there's a man—
M: A cowboy?
Me: No he's not a cowboy.
M: All cowboys have farms.
Me: But not every farm has a cowboy.
M: Oh, okay.
Me: Anyway, it's mostly animals on the farm. There's a donkey and goats—
M: I love goats! Goats are my favorite! He tried to LICK MY FACE OFF!
Me: Have you ever even seen a goat??
M: No.
Me: You've never seen a goat?
M: No.
Me: Oh, so you're just pretending one licked your face off?
M: *is confusion*
Me: *is confusion*
Me: Anyway, you can pet the goats on the farm.
M: But humans only pet dogs.
Me: Humans can pet anything.
M: No, they only pet dogs!
Me: Okay, well, you'll see when we get there.
*Seconds later*
M: *notices the snarling Bulldog mascot on my college duffle bag*
M: Why is that dog looking at me and growling?
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