He wants to touch the sand sharks at the zoo, and happily presses his nose against only two inches of glass separating him and a walrus.
But when he discovers a few ladybugs on the slide at the playground, he freaks out as if there are thousands of them crawling all over his body. And even hours later, he hallucinates bugs on the rugs at home and squeals in total fear. Oh, it’s going to be a long spring/summer.
Dude. What gives?
4 Comments
April 10, 2008 at 2:36 pm
This post reminds me that I MUST get to the zoo STAT.
April 10, 2008 at 2:57 pm
R is exactly the same way about bugs. And all other living creatures. God forbid there is a FLY IN THE BATHROOM, but Mommy, let’s feed that there giraffe a piece of melon!
April 14, 2008 at 8:57 am
Have you HEARD the noises those walrus’ make?
DEAR HEAVENS, I’d bathe in ladybugs before hanging out in that cove again.
April 14, 2008 at 8:46 pm
That sounds exactly like my girls! Too funny! I must say that I sooo heart the Indy zoo, though. The girls have been pestering me for ages to go back.