We took the kids to the zoo yesterday. Of course they were the goofiest animals
in the park. First we had to eat as we arrived there shortly after noon.
Eating’s no problem for Colin. In fact it is his favorite activity (especially
if it involves chocolate pudding as it does above). If we’re a bit late getting
dinner ready, he will subtly remind us by taking all of the food he can get
his hands on, bringing it into the living room and proclaiming, “Eat!!”
Emma, on the other hand, barely eats at all. Why eat when you could drape your
hat over a small bucket like it was a person? It can take literally a couple
hours to get her to eat sufficiently (she takes medication which suppress appetite
as an unfortunate side effect).
Of course you have to look cool before entering the zoo. Couldn’t put your
cap on just any old way. (As she puts it, “I look like a dude, dad!”)
Using the giraffe-o-scope.
Hmm…Zebras…tastes like horse.
What would visiting the zoo be without a shot sitting on a gigantic steel cow?
And why look at the animals when you can play peek-a-boo with mom?