Thursday, July 3, 2014

My mom delivered . . . for once

As promised, I was treated to a very special, all eyes on me day at the zoo last weekend. I won't get into the fact that it took an hour and a half to get there because, technically, construction on the El isn't my mom's fault.

When we finally arrived, we started at the farm portion of the zoo. Underwhelming. The big attraction at the farm is that you can touch the animals.  Gross. I let my fingertips skim a goat's hair. He was weird. It was weird. I won't be doing it again. When given the option to feed a cow and pet her nose, I just told my mom to take my turn for me.

Huhrumph!

I spent the majority of my time at the farm telling my parents how much I wanted to visit the bears. We eventually made our way to see them. There was a sleepy sun bear, who was nothing to write home about.

Then, I saw him. The polar bear. He was amazing. He splashed. He dove for a big rubber ball. He even got out of his pool to poop on the faux rocks in his environment. Bears are the best. Bears are smart enough to know that you don't poop where you play. Let's see how long it take The Mare and Piglet to figure that one out!

Peas and Carrots