About a month ago we went to the park for lunch. It's a fun park with meandering trails up steep hills.
When it was time to go, the little people weren't too happy. To distract them and to get them to move a little faster I said, "T you go that way and go up that steep hill like a billy goat. We'll go this way."
A minute later I noticed that T was running with hands out at his sides--kind-of like he didn't want them to get dirty.
I could have easily said nothing--passing it off as just a funny little running quirk. But then I totally would have missed this.
"T, what are you doing with your hands?"
"These are my billy goat hands. I'm a billy goat." (Said with complete sincerity and pronounced "biwee goat.")
Billy Goat hands in action.
We love his billy goat hands. :)
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