One year within the last decade, my dad selected a lamb for Christmas from a local farm. He took a picture of it and had it printed for display with the meat Christmas day. Kept gleefully, excitedly commenting on how happy the lamb looked as it frolicked with the cow in the picture, kept doing this cute little clap when he was talking about the lamb.

Mom didn’t find his excitement tasteful, but the lamb was the best we’d had.

I totally dig this energy. Adorable.