
Connor and I have certainly made the rounds to the animal parks in Belgium this past year, so one Friday Karen and I bundled the kids up, packed them up and went to Parc Planckendael lest we leave even one out of our collection. I think parents deserve merit badges for going to expensive zoos to see the animals over and over again. I mean it is certainly a fun memory, but how many times can we fork over an absurd amount of cash to see elephants and monkeys in cages?If you ask Brady and Connor - it is never enough (um, yep that is an enormous real pumpkin in front of the kiddos).
And then do you know what happened? The giraffe closest to us turned around, showed us his tail and pooped. It was like a waterfall of tiny poop that lasted awhile. Too much information, I know. But Connor thought it was the greatest thing next to sliced bread (remember she is newly potty-trained so recognizing that everyone poops is still a huge deal). Connor proceeded to talk about it hourly for the next week. I kid you not. "Remember the giraffe pooping, Mommy?" rang out every place we went. Probably a good thing we don't speak the local language is all I can say!We spotted these hippos in the water and Karen and I thought, "MAN! Those hippos are so still and serene!" Then we realized they were fake.

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