Ulterior motives

Our kid goes to a pretty hep school. It's a Montessori school and it is on 10 acres. It has a farm of its own. Guess who its new farm maven is? Yup. Me. I am now the schoolmarm for two sheep and a bunch of chickens (who're actually future chickens, or "eggs with potential," sitting in an incubator in the school's lobby).

You KNEW I had my price, didn't you?