goat

My children Allison and David got my wife Debbie flowers for Mother’s Day. Guess what they got me for Father’s Day? A goat. Yes, a goat! No kid-ding! And, no, it’s not to eat Debbie’s flowers, nor is it to save me from cutting the grass. It was a gift I never saw. They sent it in my name to Africa to support a family in need. I love it! I named the goat “Henry.” Allison thinks that’s hilarious. The only question I’ve been asked is will I have to pay child support?