Two words to describe our trip to the zoo this morning: whiny, and hot.
But, it started out well. Colin woke up and asked if we could go to the park. Mike told him we were going to the zoo and he ran screaming into the other room to tell me, "we're going to the zooooooooooo!!!!!!!!"
On our way... 3 going on 13, this guy.
Happy campers, sort of...
20 minutes later and neither one was in the stroller. Here's me and my buddy, and a baby giraffe. Look hard.
And my hot, hot, sweaty bundle of a baby.
Hates animals, apparently.
But Colin did have a blast on both the playground and at the splash city. So all was not lost.
Some daddy-daughter time... and that's what it's all about.

