Early Taste of Parenthood

I got an early taste of parenthood this morning when I kicked my goat out of the house for the day. He has been being babied by me, and I was letting him in at lunch or not kicking him out at all, but he's well enough now (thank God) to be fine.

But I kind of threw him out and slammed the door, very similar to kicking a teenager out and telling them to get a job.

However, like the teenager crawling back for money, the goat will crawl back in his bathtub tonight for warmth!

And I AM a sucker, and I will allow it, of course.

So maybe I'm not going to be such a bad parent after all.