Today

Bullshark had to take a class and then visit his mom in the hospital.

I took the kids to a local fall festival at a farm.

Clownfish used some old timey farm equipment that really looked like it could take a hand off.   He used a slingshot to shoot some apples into a lake and crushed some more apples for cider. 

I was stung by a bee.

We saw a rare Australian river turtle, some very large snakes, some very old turtles and other assorted "rescued" animals.  (People are idiots).  

Clownfish held a red eyed tree frog.  Camera wasn't charged. Mommy fail.

I noticed so many omg pregnant women there.  I'm not showing yet.  I was totally jealous of the baby bellies.

We also saw some some goats, moo cows and a llama.  Angelfish did not ask if the llama was her mama, despite our reading the book a dozen times.  On a related baby-talk front, I believe that she has clearly identified me as Mama, Bullshark as Papa and Clownfish as Buhbuh.  Ok, fine, maybe she makes those verbalizations in a random pattern. I think she's talking. Thbbth.

Near the exit, there were some art pieces -- large, metal geometric shapey pieces.

Clownfish said to me:

• I don't get public art.*  
• That piece looks like Chinese for goodbye.

I love that kid.

* This is a quote from Phineas and Ferb.