Well, ever since we've been studying the zoo in my kindergarten class, I've been singing this song (see title). It's stuck in my head, so I'll inevitably be singing it while Noah and I are in the car together. Noah hears me and quickly asks "we're going to the zoo, mama!?" Uh, oh. I answer, "no, baby, it's just a song I'm singing." Of course I've done this many times over the past two weeks, and the conversation is the same each time. So, on Saturday, since we had PERFECT weather, I decided we just had to take Noah to the zoo. Now when I sing the song, instead of asking me if we're going to the zoo, he tells me "no, we're not going to the zoo!" Meaning we've already been. So, I had to change the words to "We went to the zoo, zoo, zoo, etc." He's not impressed.
Noah getting his hand licked by the giraffe
don't ask
my handsome boy
1 comment:
Where did that boy learn his little jig? What an expression on that cute face of his. I know ya'll had a great time.
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