Today we went to Eugsters to pick out a pumpkin and go to the petting zoo. Little did I know that it was, apparently, fall festival. I've never been to this, or heard of it, before. It includes tractor rides, petting zoo, 2 haunted houses, pumpkin patch and corn maze. It's $8 per person, over the age of 2. Seriously? $8? Plus, we then have to buy the pumpkins and popcorn and cider? Mom was with us, so it was going to be $24 bucks. BUT, when they asked how old Abram was I said, "he just turned two a few months ago". Few could also mean 8 right? I mean, that's just a FEW right? Anyways, they were nice and let it go. But, now I feel kinda crappy about it.
First we went to the petting zoo. Got Abram a bottle with milk to feed the baby goats. Of course, as soon as I handed Abram the bottle, he reverted back to infancy and shoved the nipple in his mouth. I shrieked and yanked it away with such force that I scared him. Eww. God willing, every other parent of a toddler experienced the same thing today. But, really - gross. He cheered up once he got to feed the goats. It was so cute - he was laughing hysterically.
Then we went to the kitten house. Which has 8 little kittens and kids and hold and pet them. Abram, of course, wanted to hold one himself. So I had Abram sit down and I held the kitten in my hands and rested my hands on his lap. He was very good - very gentle. Pretty shocking for a 2 year old boy.
We went to the giant sandbox and he played with trucks and with other kids. One of which was, hand to God, the ugliest little boy. I mean - it was like his parents had continuously dropped him for months on end. Really depressing.
We went to see the puppet show, which Abram thought was the coolest thing since he discovered balloons (Therefore, pretty flipping cool). We nibbled on kettle corn while watching the puppets lip sync to monster mash and Old MacDonald
Overall, a good, relatively stress-free day. Though, it did take about 10 minutes to walk from the gate to our car. At least. Quite possibly more. The reason is this:
On the way in, Abram saw a pile of dried mud. Only this was not mud. This was a cow pie. I told him, "no no no - that's icky! We don't touch." But, then Mom said, "Abram...that's poop". So, this means when we left the gate, every time he saw dirt (whether or not it was poop or just dirt) he had to stop and SCREAM "MAMA!!!!!!! It's poopy!!! Ick!" It's like he would seek it out too. We zig-zagged throughout the field of parked cars.
So, is it just my son who is obviously obsessed with poop? Or is it every 2 year old boy? Or is it just plain every boy?
The mystery continues....
