Leila has obsessions. She really gets into things. I mean really hard gets into things and she will incessantly talk about nothing else all the time.
The last obsession (also documented here) was the German Umlaute and French accents (the ßuß story being the epitome of that line of obsessing).
The latest obsession started fairly innocuously: we went to the goat cheese farm on Salt Spring Island. They had a cute farm attached to the goat cheese factory that you could tour. One of the cages had goats in it. There was one particularly adorable goat that would come up to me and want me to pet it. I pet its head. Leila was watching with concern. She didn't want to pet the goat. I kept petting it. I said "This goat is called Wätßön" just for fun because at that time Umlaute were still Leila's obsession.
She really didn't say anything more about the event. She didn't really talk about it until we got back and more and more starting talking about goats and was wondering aloud whether or not Wätßön missed us.
It got bad (there is a post on this below) when we went to the farmer's market and she began to pretend Watson was a goat.
We're now at the point where we have to look up pugetsoundgoatrescue and newmoonfarm every day to check if goats have been adopted.
We also talk about this sad story if goats aren't adopted for a while "keiner will eine Ziege adoptieren." and Leila looks very sad.
She also makes me pronounce the goat names in German. Her favorite right now is "Walter" and she keep saying that name in German.