T was not happy this morning when we arrived at Roger Williams Zoo fifteen minutes before it opened. I figured they would let us sneak in a tad early. It's not like any of the employees have to be there while we look at the animals.
As we were waiting, he was getting more and more frustrated, yelling "Baby. Giraffe (which sounds nothing like giraffe at all, but I can understand Little T's language). Baby. Giraffe. BABY! GIRAFFE!
BABY GIRAFFE! Kid was pissed. At one point, he tried to bum rush the security guard to get in. Security guard was having nothing to do with that, but did give him a map for when he finally busted through the gates.
As soon as we got in, T meandered down the path so slowly, looking at every rock, crack and soda machine on the way.
We finally got to the Baby Giraffe and we were surprised to see a big baby, and a little baby, not just one. Baby. Giraffe.