My youngest son, Tommy, is 5. Five year olds basically don’t have a verbal filter, but Tommy is especially prone to saying what he thinks.
A case in point. My kids are attending a “life on the farm” summer camp in the east metro where the lean about animals, nature, science, etc.
Last week when they arrived there was a bit of chaos at the camp. One of the dozen goats that are part of the farm animals had escaped from the goat pen and had joined the horses out in the big horse pasture. The staff had tried to catch it, but catching a determined goat in an open area is dang near impossible.
So the camp staff member/teachers were standing in a line staring out into the horse pasture at the goat and huffing and puffing while trying to figure out how they were going to recapture that goat.
Tommy, being the helpful soul he is, walks up and climbs up on fence next to them. He surveys the situation for a minute, and then turns to the camp leader and says…
“Why don’t you pick the sucker off with a varmint rifle?”
That’s my boy.
Grouse
Pick the SOB off with a .22-250. Got a goat problem? Not anymore! 
Pick the SOB off with a .22-250. Got a goat problem? Not anymore! 
