Monday we went to the zoo with Mom, Grandma and Joanna. I liked that the adult/child ration was so high. Every so often when we're out with other adults I forget I'm the one who's supposed to know where Annabelle is at all times. (Don't act like you've never momentarily lost your child. I know I'm not the only one.) One of these days I'll remember I'm the parent in our relationship.
Two years ago we visit this zoo and fed the goats. Annabelle and her superb memory have never forgotten. She LOVES goats and seeing her with them is like watching long lost loved ones be reunited.
Everyone's first thought upon seeing the goats was "look how pregnant they are! It must be twins." They had huge stomachs and waddled around like a 10 month pregnant woman. There was a sign across from the pen that said "NO, the goats are NOT pregnant." They can hold between 3-6 gallons of food in the stomachs which leads to their bloated look. For the one millionth time I'm glad I'm not a goat.
This sign made me roll my eyes. "Don't climb on the zoo fence. If you fall, animals could eat you and that would make them sick." I'm more concerned about not being eaten FOR MY SAKE not the animals, but that's just me.
2 comments:
You can never go wrong with a zoo adventure! :)
Three to six gallons of food?! That is insane.
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