Lindsey pitched me on a trip to the zoo earlier this week after seeing H lose his mind over a commercial for the farm babies. It's a month-long exhibition at the Minnesota Zoo and it's all farm babies: chickens, sheep, pigs, cows and goats. Especially goats, because they let kids walk right up and pet them. Even kids as young as Harvey.
Normally, I dislike zoos and trips to visit them. And today was no exception. But once I pushed the stroller all the way to the back of the zoo to the exhibit (and I mean ALL the way to the back), and saw H squeal over those goats, it was all worth it.
Kid seriously lost his mind.
Later, we took him back for a 2nd visit with the goats and caught the attention of a medium-sized black one. H grabbed a tiny fistful of hair on his back and tried to climb on. In return, he nibbled H's hand. Neither seemed to mind the other very much. In fact, if either of them had much of a memory, they might have even become pals.
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