Where were we? Oh yes, so it was getting hot and we needed to be sure to leave in time to pick Jake up at school. We visited the raptors, saw a turkey vulture or two...yawn...and enjoyed the shade of this spooky old tree.
Not too much later and we were on the road again telling our story. Do you do that, too? Make a story out of traveling so that it goes by more quickly?
Soon we shall climb the first of three great hills...
(Spoken with authority and a titch of reverb.)
"Four great hills, Nonni." Sam corrected me.
Right. Soon we shall climb the first of four great hills...
And now we have our boy Jake in tow and, not wishing him to miss the entire "Animal Farm" experience, we take both boys to the Ice Cream Farm (not to be confused with Land of Idyllic Picnic) where we can munch on ice cream cones and sniff that farm fresh aroma thereby killing two birds with one stone and putting out an olfactory nerve in the process.
At this point, we have finished our ice creams, though not without some difficulty. Jake prefers his ice cream in a dish. The ice cream was hard. He wanted no help. The first three spoonfuls were neatly flipped right over his shoulder onto the grass. Good thing he was as amused as the rest of us were. ☺
Jake likes the pigs. He wanted to climb in and play with them. Sam gave him an "oink oink" right on the neck so that Jake would know what playing with pigs would be like. I figured it was going to be like war. All Jake said was, "Please do not give me an oink-oink on the neck." Phew. Skirmish avoided.
And here's our boy Sam saying that his feet hurt. I shouldn't wonder...all that walking and bike riding in flip-flops.
Yet, he had one more trick up his sleeve. He has mastered the monkey bars. (Yes, he got all the way across; In typical fashion, I missed it.)
Tomorrow? Back to normal, whatever that is...
Have a happy weekend!