Even though it was late in the afternoon and on a Sunday families were everywhere. The kids love it, but this year I didn't love the fact of even being charged to play on the playground. How lame is that? But what Mom could say no. So there I was paying to let my kids run wild in someone else's yard.
We went into the petting zoo but I was busy trying to explain to Bryar that he couldn't ride the goats like a bull and could not capture any pictures. Do I remember being a toddler Mom like this?
We got snacks and cherry apple slushed and called it a day. By the time we got to the car Bryar was already falling asleep and Charli was dying to eat her caramel apple. We spent our night with Curtis and our frieda watching the finals of the PBR while Bryar rode my back and chased me around the house screaming "Bull!!!"