Mo tacta

On the way to the farm exhibit at the zoo, we stopped by the bears, and Lyla was determined to get the best possible view.

The last quarter-mile to the farm, you can either walk or ride behind a tractor. I've always walked because I am neither infirm nor obsessed with farm equipment. But today was hot and there wasn't a line. We took the tractor. As you can see from this next photo, Lyla is having the time of her life.


Look how happy she is! In fact, the tractor ride ruined the farm exhibit for us because rather than get properly excited about goats and cows and whatnot, all Lyla could talk about was the tractor. "Mo tacta! Mo tacta!"


"No goats. Mo tacta!"

But alas, we did not ride the tractor back. I am a mean, mean father.


She got over it. Later she became a bat...


...rode a turtle...


...and looked at fish.


All in all, it was over four hours at the zoo. Back in the car, Lyla's eyes were closed before we started moving. I stayed awake just barely.