ZoO

Go to the zoo they said, it'll be fun they said. I love that phrase usage.

Take a bow Chanch. It was a little kiddy zoo, complete with train rides and a camel and flamingo if you looked hard enough.

Here we are, calmly and collectively waiting our turn for the face painting station. The anticipation is killing us. Or me anyway. Are they really going to be able to draw a pig on my face? 

Seeing how they made Vianney look like a fairy from the Land of Perfect, my suspicions were altered. 

It was finally Chancho's turn. What does the little girl want the paint lady asks, a puppy says I. Oh no says she, I'll give her a flower on her arm. Alllrighhtt so much for a free country, I should've known once I didn't see a bald eagle chillin somewhere that there'd be trouble.

Whoa! We got ourselves a Pablo Picasso over here! We waited an hour in line for that masterpiece,yes we did. I think the cotton candy line hour long wait would have proved more beneficial and liberating, but I guess that's for another zoo trip.  
I asked the lady for war paint. No says she. Alllrighhht. Onward!

Why I wasn't allowed on the pony rides is beyond me. I even tried to bribe the 10 year old pony leader with goat feed for the llama's near by but she wasn't having it.

Snow cones! But there was only enough left for a few parched children. I asked her to share, of course she said no. Shut up and eat your snow cone Chanch. 

He's so fun and fat. I squeeze him all day.

The highlight of our zoo trip had to be this pile of unknown dirt that Damaris and I explored. You could see the whole zoo from up there. So exhilarating.