There is a part of me that thinks petting zoos are terribly cruel, but there's an even bigger part of me that says LOOK! BABY PIGGY!
So, yeah. petting zoo. It was all part of a day at the pumpkin patch, aka Trax, aka a giant black hole of money suck but ZOMG absolutely worth it because SO. MUCH. FUN. We headed there Sunday during the Steelers game, knowing full well that most of Pittsburgh would be watching the game and therefore staying out of my way.
(BTW, Pittsburgh, portable TVs are magical. Just ask everyone who asked my husband what the score was as he didn't miss the game at all.) (Now that I've given you this idea, be sure to stay out of my way when I'm running around on Sundays, please and thank you.)
I walked into the petting zoo with Alexis, fully expecting to get about a zillion super adorable kid-with-animal photos. Instead, I got to see the Greatest Show On Earth.
It started with a high-pitched scream. Then she started flapping her arms faster than a hummingbird. As I waited for her to take flight, Alexis' face started to turn red, and her eyes started shooting terror and tears. Finally, she made like a bear and started to climb me...higher and higher, a panic-stricken look in her eyes.
It probably shouldn't have been the funniest thing I've ever seen, but, well, Exhibit A:
September 5, 2010. Alexis petting a goat. Alexis HAPPILY petting a goat.
On October 24, 2010, Alexis decided that goats were tiny terrorist-eating monsters full of evil and horror. The screams! The tears! I swear her head popped off her body, exploded, and then ran away. It was as if she had been forced to watch Justin Bieber get his head shaved. She. Was. Horrified.
It was fantastic.
And now I'm going to have to start threatening to buy a pet goat any time Alexis won't cooperate.