As Columbus Zoo members, we frequent the "fershes" in the aquarium.
I'm trying to find Nemo..JPG)
Daddy has nice hair. Or, as I sometimes say it, "herrr.".JPG)
"It was THIS BIG.".JPG)
I like sting rays, but I really like kids that are a little older than I am. They are fascinating, hilarious, and (believe it or not), often quite fond of me. Here I am getting ready to tap an unsuspecting boy in green on the shoulder to tell him how much I enjoy the fershes.
I often apologize to goats for my lackluster hairstyling abilities. I think I am too rough. I'm still in training. Mommy is rarely allowed to comb my hair (for the same reasons), so I sympathize with these goats. As you can imagine, the comb tastes great. Like goat, a little.
No... a lot.
It tastes a lot like goat.
I learned this trick in Logan. When I see goats now, I always try to feed them hay. But these goats had no interest. Maybe they just didn't feel like eating. Sometimes I'll sit in my high chair for an hour and eat absolutely nothing while making a complete mess of myself and my clothes. It's the same deal.
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