Thus far in this here BLOG, I've steered clear of second hand stories. Mainly because I get enough good stuff, BLOG worthy stuff, firsthand. But, this story, is the definition of BLOG worthy. It was witnessed by my better half, and it happend this past Saturday.
Dig if you will a Fountain Festival by the City of Richardson. The Fountain Festival is a big event, with all sorts of fun and free things to do with your kids. Each thing or activity is hosted by a Richardson area civic group or local business. You have things like, a bubble booth, wacky putt-putt, silly obstacle course race, fountain fishing, bounce house, giant inflatable slides (one that had a water pool at the bottom,) petting zoo/booth, and the biggest and best, a giant tent with a gargantuan sand pile (more like mountain) underneath.
Upon arriving at the Festival, and finding the fishing in the fountain line to long, The Team decided to hit the petting zoo on our way to the sand pile tent. Ethan was ALL about the sand pile. Somehow Ethan snaked his way in the front of the line for the petting zoo, and was admitted prior to Wy Wy. The petting zoo was pretty lame compared to most petting zoos. It was small, so small that the largest animal was a chicken or duck. A few turtles. A cute little bunny or two. That was about it. Ethan was so unimpressed that he walked in and turned around and walked out, pleading for me to take him to the sand pile vs. waiting for Wyatt to go in for his turn. This petting zoo was hosted by a civic group that consisted of older women. They mainly were counting kids at the gate to get in (only 10 at a time) and then instructed the kids to wash their hands when the exited. My point, there wasn't a lot of adult supervision in the small zoo. Mainly small kids and toddlers (older kids such as Ethan found the zoo lame and were off to bigger things like the sand pile or big inflatable slide) and a few small animals.
The petting zoo was surrounded by parents, all armed with their trusty sure shot camera. If you stumbled upon the scene, you would think that the paparazzi had caught Jennifer Aniston and Vince Vaughn fornicating inside the booth. That's how photo crazy we're talking. These people were rabid in their quest to capture their kids with a cute bunny or duck. The kids on the other hand, were mainly freaked out and scared. Inside this booth and away from Mom and Dad with all these strange looking animals who were oblivious to them. I'm sure having sufferered through more than one petting zoo in their day.
Picture yourself amongst all these nice Mom and Dads outside the small booth/zoo trying to take pics of their little angels when our Little Warrior enters their picture and promptly bum rushes the first chicken that crosses his path. This chicken, who I'm sure had been rushed a few times before, does that quick turbo burst of speed thing to get away from Wy Wy. Only problem is, the Little Warrior is relentless, and he keeps on keeping on, after the poor chicken who now panics, and starts darting in and out of all the kids in the booth. Squawking. Now, all the kids in the booth are freaking out as their parents and the poor civic ladies watch in horror as Wyatt runs down the chicken, grabbing it by the tail feathers and hoisting it up about waist high. The chicken loses it at this point, so bad that it starts to flap its pointless wings, stirring up all sorts of dust and feathers as it cries out trying to get away from our Baby Boy, Wy Wy.
Needless to say, Wyatt and My Lovely Bride soon joined me and E at the sand pile.
Until I BLOG again...I bet you're not so civilized.
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