I'll have the hoof and mouth with side of e.coli, please

We went to the nicest, cleanest petting zoo EVER this past Saturday. The kids had a blast. It's a privately-owned farm that's open to the public. I was impressed; unlike most petting zoos that only distribute those foul-smelling food pellets from the gumball machine, we purchased baskets of fresh vegetables. Even the outhouses were the cleanest I've ever been in. Kate said, "This is a fun bathroom." I wouldn't exactly say that... We did use hand sanitizer--lots and lots of hand sanitizer.

After the goat-poop-on-Phillip's-shorts incident at the San Antonio zoo, we opted to feed the goats through the fence.

The carrots were just long enough that George's fingers didn't get nibbled. I don't want him to be afraid of goats. Kate is just now getting over her fear of birds after the peacock tried to steal her PB&J in Austin two years ago.

I felt like were back in Texas. The sun was hot that day; the car said 79 degrees, but I think it felt at least 85.