It’s a perfect spring day, and we spent it at the zoo with our friends. We needed to get out of the house because Q had developed ants in his pants and was running around, driving cars into his little brother and screaming.
At the zoo, I asked little Anna what her favorite animal was (she’s almost 5) and she proclaimed, “A Unicorn”.
We didn’t see any Unicorns, but later Q announced that we had seen a Porkie Dog.
He meant Prairie Dog, but I thought he meant Porcupine, and we spent some time sorting out the identity of the rarely sighted Porkie Dog.
We also had the unfortunate experience of seeing a herd of some kind of pig… and they were ALL relieving themselves. Now Q has identified them as “the Pooping Pigs”.
We don’t have a large zoo, and we don’t have unicorns, but we DO have Porkie Dogs and Pooping Pigs.
I think everyone had a good time, even though Q informed me that he didn’t have fun because “You told me NO mama, and I don’t have fun when you tell me NO.”
Feeling guilty, I seriously debated letting him jump into the rainforest’s stream and chase the ducks next time.