Once our arteries were 97% clogged we headed over to the petting zoo, which was a smaller, smellier version of hell. Aren't petting zoos supposed to be outside? Should giraffes have to duck under scaffolding and light fixtures to walk around in their pen? I don't think so. Despite the hoards of people, the smell, and the half-crazed animals, Audrey was able to feed a white buffalo, and really, it doesn't get any cuter than that. I on the other hand, made the mistake of petting a baby donkey, whose mother promptly charged at me and sent me jumping (and screaming, let's be honest) backward. Oops.
Finally we walked around looking for some kiddie rides that Audrey was big enough to go on. It costs about $7-$10 PER RIDE so we let her go on three (cue major temper tantrum...). I sent her dad on with her because things that spin around repeatedly make me queezy and she wasn't big enough for my favorite ride, the rollercoaster. Now this is what pure joy looks like:
I love that little monkey. She had a great time and is already begging to go back. Next year I'm saving room for "cup of trash." Whatever that is it sounds delicious.