12/25/2025
There are two kinds of creatures here: animals…and the children who behave just like them.
Sunrise is barely awake when the kids burst out the door barefoot, hair wild enough to have its own zip code, smelling faintly of dirt, sunshine, and suspicious mischief. They don’t walk anywhere—they sprint, leap, skid, crash, and occasionally roll.
Breakfast happens after chores, which is why they eat like they’ve just returned from battle. You’ve never seen cereal disappear so fast. And you also learn not to ask questions like, “Why is there hay in your hair?” because the answer will only raise more questions.
Farm kids don’t fear mud. Mud is a lifestyle choice. Puddles are opportunities. Clothes are optional until someone yells, “We have visitors!” Then suddenly everyone remembers civilization exists.
They talk to animals like coworkers.
“Move, Carl,” one kid says to a stubborn goat. “We’ve talked about this.”
Carl does not care. Carl never cares.
Farm kids are part fearless warrior, part miniature emergency waiting to happen. They casually report things like,
“Hey, the chickens are in the house but it’s fine, we shut the bathroom door so they wouldn’t go in there,”
or
“The pig borrowed Mom’s shoe.”
Borrowed.
They know the difference between cow p**p and horse p**p (and will proudly explain it to horrified city friends). Band-Aids are decorative at this point. Bruises are badges of honor. And they can scale fences with the confidence of Olympic athletes who have trained their entire lives for this one meaningful moment.
But as wild as they are, farm kids are also tender-hearted. They bottle-feed baby calves, rescue barn kittens, and name every animal something ridiculous like Princess Nugget or Sir Oinks-a-Lot. They know life can be hard, messy, beautiful, and hilarious—all at once.
At night, those same feral children who began the day like dust-devils in human form curl up dirty, sleepy, and happy. Crickets sing, the barn settles, and somewhere out there Carl the goat is probably plotting something.
But for now, the house is quiet.
The farm rests.
And tomorrow…the chaos continues.
And honestly? No one would have it any other way. I love these kids and all their shenanigans. Human kids. And goat kids.
And that pig. Thanks Kali 😉
