Zoo

We bought an annual pass to the Palm Beach zoo a week ago, and we've already been twice. It's a small zoo, they don't even have elephants or giraffes, but they have a komodo dragon, so the kids are cool with it. Oscar has the idea that a zoo is really just a huge pet store where he can pick and choose which animals he'd like to take home with him (all of them). This is what a conversation with Oscar at the zoo sounds like:

Me: Kids, look over here! It's a giant anteater!
Oscar: Awww! Mom, are anteaters good for kids? Can I get a baby anteater?
Me: No, we can't get a baby anteater... Ooooo, look over here guys! Ocelots!
Oscar: Awww! Mom, are Ocelots good for kids? Can I get a baby Ocelot?

This last time we went Oscar fell in love with the Wallabies. In Oscar-ese it's pronounced "Wawwabees". He kept telling Ben and I that he "wants a wawwabee wewy wewy bad." Cute, huh?

We love the zoo and love learning about animals. This last time we got to watch a Honduras Milk Snake eat it's dinner (a little mouse), the kids got to feed the peafowl (Maggie was a little upset that peahens are nowhere near as pretty as peacocks), and we got to see a spectacled owl up close and out of it's cage.

This last picture was taken in the butterfly garden. I came around the corner and was confused because I couldn't figure out what all of my kids were so seriously (creepily) pointing at... when asked, Cash told me, "No, mom. We're holding real still so some butterflies land on our fingers." Too bad no butterflies cooperated. (And thank goodness my kids aren't possessed a la Children of the Corn)

I don't know how to "end" this post.

The End
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