Your mother or the goat

First sub-30 degree day in about two weeks, although still muggy.
Rode our bikes to Collingwood Children’s Farm for the first time in two years, and it was bloody marvellous. Patted some goats, fed some sheep, got chased by sheep wanting more food…
Banh mi for lunch and then home for a quiet afternoon (read: outdoor art session in which E covered his entire body in paint, and 80 million games of Uno with A).
Finished reading The Bluffs last night (well, after midnight, so really today). Verdict = ludicrous.