Zoe’s twenty-third word is “Rhamphorhynchus,”* so we† headed off to Science‡ to see some dino bones.
*Not true.
†Dad, cubs, and Haley, who shot all these photos and very briefly considered sharing my popsicle before declining politely.
‡Denver Museum of Nature and Science.
Yes, yes, I have checked in with Mission Control.
This interactive experience could have been a little less frustrating.
Even so, we put forth a reasonable effort in docking the shuttle.
Earth is, as I told dad today, not far from us.
Zoe really, really likes the Discovery Zone.
I really, really like the piano they have there.
Little sis is cute.
C’mon, croc! This platypus is not going to attack itself.
I like to write my own name on my art these days.*
*It’s the thought that counts.
This is just awesome.
Strut strut strut.
Zoe ate lunch with a minimum of two forks today.
Dad marveled at my hands-on eating technique.
Ayep.
CRUST!
Zoe taught dad the correct way to use a fork as a rake.
You probably have never seen my sleep-eating technique before.
It works.
Morning!
Grandma Marianne made me this headband.
Morning!
Dad got me a popsicle and was smart enough (this week) not to take a bite and drive me completely insane.
It tastes …
… pink!
Zoe has not yet taught dad the correct way to eat a popsicle.
The other people in the cafeteria felt bad for him.
At one point, he had to ask for help.
I pretended I didn’t know him.
Dad says his strong legs, trim waist, and Zoe-assisted impressive height make this photo a keeper.*
*Dad has none of these things in real life.
This was right before dad could feel Zoe peeing on his neck.
Ayep.
This was on the way home, right after I said “I’m not tired!”