You belong in the zoo

This week, my Mom, Dad and my Auntie took me to the Zoo. It's world famous, you know. Here's my Auntie, she's pretty cute, huh? I like her a lot. She lets me play in her purse, so how could I not?

Here I am with Auntie again. I didn't want to sit in my stroller, like AT ALL, so Auntie carried me around. She didn't even complain. She's cool like that.

This is an oselot, which is really just a fancy term for a big kitty. It was my favorite animal because you know how I love the kitties. I talked to it a lot, but it must have been a snobby kitty because it never answered me.

Here I am in the petting zoo with my new goat friend. I really liked the petting zoo until I stumbled a little and got a miniscule piece of dirt on my hand. It was on MY HAND. So naturally, I got the heck out of the petting zoo.

Here I am watching the ducks with Dad. I really love ducks because I can say their name. I can say a lot of things actually, just not in english. Don't worry, I won't talk about you just because you don't understand me.

Mostly, Mom just wanted to post this picture because she thinks my curls are so darn cute. She thinks Dad is pretty cute too.

I bet you didn't know that my Auntie can ride tortoises...

...or that my dad was a llama whisperer!