Meet Baby

Meet sweet, little "Baby", the latest addition to the farm.   Not even two weeks old, Jody bought him and his Mom for the boys.  And possibly to sell baby donkeys, which I didn't realize was a booming business, but we'll see (Jody swears they'll sell like hotcakes around Christmas when people need them for their live nativity scenes...yes, I'm serious).  The boys love this little fella and I must admit that he is just the cutest little thing.  When Sam and Jack approach the fence, he comes over, waiting to be rubbed.  His mom comes too and she nips Sam's hands, as if to say, "Back off son, he's my baby."  We struggled to pick out a name because we wanted Sam to choose.  Well, Sam isn't so great at naming things.  He usually just combines syllables to come up with something he thinks sounds great.  Like..."Pun-dat" or "Chow-tock" or "Rur-pe."  We passed on all his "creative" syllable names and he insisted on naming him "Runs on White."  Yes, "Runs on White" like some old name given to an Indian Chief.  We have no clue where that came from.  Soon he changed his mind and insisted he be named "Baby Donkey."  Not to be confused with "Donkey Donkey," our other male donkey.  Not so creative, but he feels it's very important to include what type of animal you are in your name.  So we're shortening it to "Baby" and still debating over his Mom's name.  Although I'm quite certain it will likely be "Mama Donkey," in keeping with the theme around here.