"We have another kid."

This is what my daughter said to me as I walked in the door, coming home from work on Wednesday night.

It seems she was in the barn milking the two does who were "productive" when she heard a strange bleating sound. She went to investigate and found that the older, obnoxious doe had kidded what turns out to be another little buck. We dodged the bullet this time, though, because this doe usually throws triplets.

My daughter said that the look on my face was priceless.