Looks like Nico inherited the amusement park ride gene from Mark and me. The boys and I made our billionth summer trip to the zoo today but spent most of our time on "Jungle Jack's Landing," an esplanade area between the zoo and an adjacent water park. We pass by it every trip but it dawned on me last night that there might be some rides for little ones. So we checked it out when we arrived and, sure enough, there were five rides for kids at least 36 inches tall (Nico towers at 38 inches). We did them all. Over and over. And over and over.
Nico started getting a little whiny after about an hour, so we took a timeout and slipped over to the petting zoo for a bit. If you've seen my recent post about Nico's bluegill at heme camp, then you know how affectionate with animals he is. He spent his time giving several goats kisses and made sure to brush and comb as many as he could. Rocco, on the other hand, would stop about five inches away from a goat and stand and squeal. I don't think he's ever actually touched one in the handful of zoo trips we've made since he began walking. He mostly stands and squeals, or he'll laugh if a goat does something as simple as twitch its nose. After about twenty minutes of kissing and squealing, we wrapped up our visit with a few (or maybe several) more rides.
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