Domino’s Petting Farm
Nora’s school took the day off yesterday so we made the most of it and went to the nearest petting farm. She particularly enjoyed getting to see a baby goat crying because he didn’t want to take a bath. She scolded another goat for climbing up on a hay bale (“you get down! you’ll hurt yous body!”). She made me stand as close as possible to an adult cow while she (the cow) mooed. I’d guess it was at least 90dB and maybe as loud as 95 (I’ll bring my spl meter next time we go). She sang the 5 little ducks song to 4 little ducks. A cow slurped her entire hand up with her tongue (this is hilarious, apparently). She asked an attendant if she could hug the llama (before getting frightened off by its carrot-fueled exuberance). She wanted no part of the pot bellied pig (not kosher). She said “no no, daddy.” very gravely at the snapping turtle. She ordered a kitten to “stand still!” so she could hug her. She really enjoyed the hay ride. And she patently refused to accept that the ponies were ponies or that the donkeys were donkeys. I have no idea what she thought they were.
