the little red barn petting zoo
Jack the donkey
GPOYW
My memory is terrible - sometimes I wonder if I just made up some of the things I think happened. I did live in northern Indiana when I attended fourth through eighth grades. I finally learned how to ride a bike (there is hope for Fallie yet) and a rare father-daughter tradition began. We would ride our bikes (mine was metallic blue with a banana seat) to the zoo on Saturday mornings and spend the day observing the animals. Have I mentioned that I like donkeys before? Here is a young Brerfly, feeding a donkey, hating being photographed, enjoying a day with Andy, wearing an awesome shirt that says “RATS!” I know where my daughters got that look from (yes, it starts at a young age).
from the thrift store (part 3 of 3)
We also found two skirts and two shirts for the girls! I asked Fallie if she would wear the yellow skirt and she answered, “Derrrr!” Finn wants some button up shirts so the light green floral shirt will be worn in a few months. We all liked the donkey t-shirt and Finn can pretend she has been to the Grand Canyon! It is on our list of places to go in the near future so she won’t be lying for too long.
I am embarrassed by this re-blog but I can’t help myself.
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