We took Zane to see the turtles, what little boy doesn't like turtles?
They got a lukewarm reception at best. What about dinosaurs? Boys like dinosaurs! Especially T-Rex!
Nope. Not interested. So we handed Zane the map and let him choose his own adventure.
"I want to go here."
"What's over there?
"Dead things!!! Dead things I can play with!!!"*
This looks neat.
"This. I want to see this."
"Cool." (At least I was in the right genus with the dinosaurs and turtles.)
I was ready for him to crash at any second, but he didn't stop or slow down once. At the end of the afternoon Ryan and I were so tired from running behind him that we wrestled him into the carrier just to get a break. He didn't argue, much.
My little critter is growing up.
*They were actually dead things. Taxidermied tails and pelts from raccoons and opossums and such. Aren't we the most awesomest parents EVAR?