True (gross) story.

WEAK STOMACH WARNING! If you have a weak stomach, don't read any further... this is a gross story.

The whole family took a walk to the park today. On our way to the park, we saw a goat tied up along the side of the stairs up to the market. Our kids stopped and said hi. Nia instructed her brothers not to pet the goat since he was not our goat (not that we have one) and "we didn't know where it's been." (I love it when I hear my words coming out of her mouth... well, I like it SOMETIMES. But I digress...)

So here's a pic of my kids and the goat.

A close up of the goat, just cause I thought he was a cutie. I loved the white heart in the fur on his head.


We played at the park for about an hour and a half and then returned home. When we got to the same place, the goat was no longer there. Well, upon further inspection, he actually WAS there... just not in the same state.


And this man was boiling his head. Yes, I checked for the white heart in the fur-- it was HIS head...

I have been feeling bad because I have been procrasting buying homeschool curriculum for the next school year. Today I realized that living in Haiti is providing a better education for our kids than any curriculum we could ever buy. :)

PS-- We had a talk with the kids after the fact to make sure our kids weren't too traumatized, and I asked Nia what she thought. She said (and I quote) "it was sad they killed the goat when he probably didn't want to be killed but I still like to eat goats."