We went to a new burger joint the other weekend and after lunch discovered that they set up a small petting zoo outside the place every Sunday. Who knew. Jim thinks it is a brilliant marketing concept, considering that the waitresses have sort of a Hooters-ish feel, so they are appealing to both fathers and children. I'm not so sure they have pinpointed the true decision maker in most families...but nevertheless, the children, and husband, had fun. They did have the cutest assortment of tiny baby animals. Natalie was in heaven feeding the baby pig and baby goat with a bottle. Liam loved brushing the goats. Owen was slightly overwhelmed. He has a love/hate relationship with animals. He was very excited by it all, but if the chickens and rabbits got to jumping around too much Owen would squeal and start to run. This is also the boy who was chased up a tree a few days ago by the neighbors teeny tiny dog. He literally climbed the tree. Used all of his gymnastics skills to keep his feet off the ground and away from the running dog. The dog was about 4 inches high. Seriously. The dog was fluffy and adorable, and weighed only 3 pounds. It had to jump very high to walk through the grass. Owen would laugh, but then he would cram his fingers into his mouth and cry. Poor boy. Not a fan of any animals that resemble rodents, no matter how cute and fluffy. I was impressed that he rode the pony, although he was quick to say "I'm done."
We all wished Aunt Amy was here - she would have loved these critters.
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