I’m being tongue in cheek, of course. I always feel guilty that we don’t spend enough quality time with our kids and here we managed to do it two days in a row!! We should get an award.
We went to a farm in the inner city
ran into some friends there
petted the goats
cautiously observed the kid
cautiously pet the kid
Look at me – I’m da man!!
We looked at the donkeys
oh phsh .. they’re just .. they’re just …
Oh look! Cows!
Then we did a zillion of these
to get this.
Does anyone (apart from my Dad and his wife who had it on the fridge) know the Calvin & Hobbes comic strip where they tried to get him to take a picture for the Christmas cards?
A near lesson in futility, although we eventually got some good ones.
So then we did what we came for – we carved pumpkins.
Or the kids did all the messy work by removing the seeds and the farm organizers wielded the knife.
We were at the Ferme de Gally, if anyone wishes to know. It’s in Sartrouville and in Versailles.
That night we invited our Jack O Lanterns to a candlelit dinner
of chicken cacciatore.
We invited the kids as well, cuz we feed them too.
That’s just the kind of parents we are.