Little Farm

Last week we went to a farm where you can feed the animals.  Here's you and "old Macdonald" aka, your dear old dad.

You were kinda freaked out by the cows but eventually petted a calf.

But you were not ready to look him in the face.

Or feed him celery.  You could barely look as your dad fed him.  You know, you used to be a lot braver as a baby. You weren't scared of anything as a baby. Now you're scared of cows, and carousels, umbrellas, and loud noises from the vac or juicer, and the list just grows by the day!

All in all, a good time was had.  Your city slicker parents got to see farm animals up close and personal for the first time in their lives--man, sheep look freaky with their fish-eyes and chompy teeth.  And roosters are BIG.  And geese are mean and big.  And here concludes my astute observations on agricultural zoology.

And you learned to say "aminah" (trans. animal) and "sell-ray-ray" (trans. celery).

Not bad for a bunch of city folk.