The other day when I took the roast out of the oven, K. ran over smiled and said, "It smells like goat."
I knew this was a compliment because a few months ago when my oldest was reading a counting book to her, he pointed to two goats. K. smiled, made a slashing motion across her throat and said, "Yummy, goat." The teenage boys loved this and now often talk to her about goats.
We received our amended USCIS approval and are almost done with our dossier!
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