As typical for our family, daddy arrives home and away we go for family bonding time. This time it was the county fair. Hello my hillbilly friends, we're here to join you in our semi-city like life... in the sticks. Yup. Put on our cowboy hats and overalls, county fair time it is!
While attempting to scout the place out for our actual "gonna-spend-money" trip, we discovered the petting zoo. Free, (yes, I said free) to the public. You pay for feed, but seeing/touching/screaming/scaring the animals--that luxury for our toddlers is FREE. (anybody hear the halelujia choir going on behind this post?). And, so it was... the poor porcupine didn't leave his quill's down for a moment of pure toddler torture. (and ironically, I only feared when they went near a zebra, who had a sign that said "I bite", ugh).
After running through the pen's of animals we decided we'd had enough time to attempt heart attacks on the poor livestock, and we exited--only to discover a heard of small goats/sheep looking desperately to eat anything coming from the hands near their cages. We gave in and purchased two small cups of feed--and the goats litterally ate the cups out of the boys hands. Lovely. Yet another large cup, which fed those darn goats for at least thirty seconds before heading towards the real farm brood--pigs. Glorious pigs!
We walk into the pig pen's (hahaha Charlie Brown music is blaring in my head now) and Daddy yells "don't touch the pigs!". Why? No idea. I love pigs (no seriously, I really do... and I'm not trying to be funny about being in a house full of testosterone). I honestly wanted to have a pig as a pet growing up. So, touching the pigs was nothing to me. Daddy thought differently. The pig owner came over and asked why the boys weren't allowed to touch the pigs--and convinced Dad to let the boys touch the pigs. I tried explaining they were corse. Don't know how far that went into their little heads, but they enjoyed.
After all that offensive talk about her pigs and the germs I suppose we had it coming with the "are you their mom" comment. I know, I know... I'm totally not as cute as they are, nor am I as charismatic (true, I don't say "hi, I love you" to every person I come into contact with, like they do. Sorry). But seriously, what sane woman is going to take two toddlers, their crap, and their stroller out to a county fair at 10pm on a weekend, except their mom. Ugh. I spouted a "We adopted" to hear a "duh" from the woman.
Next time remind me to bring gloves, so I can sling some pig poo.
That being said... the boys had a great time. They got to see a baby piglet screetch in their face (so going to explain they were like that when they're older), a cow pee a fountain right in front of them, and goats eat paper from their hands. And amazingly enough, all they wanted to see was a horse.
Maybe tomorrow.
Oh, and I threw a curve ball at poor husband. Told him I was thinking at least one, if not two more kids. ...after he woke up from his faint, I said "but I promise, less than six".
I think he may get some sort of perminent job to prevent his mind from entering the house for more than sleeping purposes.
Til next time...
Joel and Kaeden's Mommy :)
