I guess I'll write a really quick entry about Violet's and my recent visit to the zoo. We went last Friday. I think that may have been the first time I've been to the zoo with her without Jack. We no longer have our zoo memberships, but my friend got us in with her Diamond pass.
The very first animal exhibit that we saw was the bactrian camels. We had the dubious fortune of arriving just as the alpha male started peeing. Violet was fascinated.
"Why he peeing?" she kept asking. When he stopped, she said, "I want him to pee again!"
And then she mentioned pee at every single exhibit for the rest of our time there.
At the jaguar: "Is he peeing? I want him to pee!"
At the elephant: "I want to see him pee! Why he not peeing?"
At the llamas, the meerkats, the lions, the tapirs.
Every. Single. Animal.
It was charming.
And then we turned around and went back the way we came when it was time to leave, and she did it again to every single animal on the way back. I was half-hoping that the camel would be peeing when we passed it on our way out, but it was not to be.
Later that evening, as we were driving to Jack's school for a science night, she was telling her dad and her brother about her visit to "the jungle," as she calls the zoo.
"The camel peed!" she reported gleefully.
That sent Jack into peals of laughter.
"The camel peed?!" he repeated, delightedly.
"The camel peed!" Violet affirmed, and they both laughed hysterically.
I think I heard the sentence "The camel peed!" about 5000 times that car ride. It evolved (if that's the word) to "The camel peed on the hay and ate the hay!" which is an even more savory thought.
One week later, whenever either one of them wants to make the other laugh, all they have to do is mention, "The camel peed!" and hilarity ensues.
Some sort of feline. Not peeing.

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