Friday, October 07, 2005


We took the granddaugher to a local petting zoo, hoping she would not be afraid of the small animals. She wasn't. As the baby donkey was held closer for her examination, she called him "kitty" and tried to stick her finger up his nose. We never thought about the animals being afraid. She tried to touch bunny kitty, but he got away. No matter how many times she called "kitty" to him, he wouldn't return for a finger up his nose. And calf kitty was too poopy for grandma's approval. (And yes, we immediately washed her hands.) Once home the tyke was able to pet, pat, pull, squeeze, kiss, hug, and sit on the real kitty. Bet he wishes he could live in a cage in the petting zoo.
The Mom