Wednesday, October 23, 2013

October 23, 2013 ~ I am a People

For most of his life I have referred to Billy with the pet name "Billy Goat." I mean, not all of the time, but when I feel like using a pet name, that's my go-to.

Back in September we had the opportunity to go to the State Fair, where Billy got to get up close and personal with some billy goats. He was not a fan. And a few weeks ago we went to a farm that had goats, still not a fan.

So, this morning when I said, "Hey there, Billy Goat!" he was thoroughly offended.

"Mommy, I'm not a goat."

I tried to reason with him. I tried to explain what a term of endearment was (besides an award-winning movie). I tried to explain that pet names were special.

"No, Mommy. I am a people. I am not a goat. I am not an animal. Don't call me an animal."

Okay. Never mind the semantics that humans actually are animals- I got what he was saying. And for the first time, he was truly offended. His voice was calm, his tone serious and his expression said it all, "I am a people."

Time to find a new pet name...

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