We went to the zoo today. Saw animals. Scared the crap out of Paul. Typical day.
For anyone who is not aware, my kids love wallabies, especially the wallabies in the children's petting zoo. So, we went over and I meant to get them some food to make the wallabies less recalcitrant, but forgot. When we got in there was exactly one wallaby. Since that wallaby wasn't all that keen on my kids (who haven't yet mastered the art of walking slowly or speaking softly when excited) and there were like two dozen people coming through the gates, all holding bags of food, I convinced my little chilluns to come with me to get some food. Then I convinced them to go see the barnyard animals (goats, sheep, deer) instead of the wallaby.
Paul insisted on carrying the bag and I let him 'cause I'm thoughtful that way. There are two gates to go through (kind of an air-lock system to keep the animals from running away). The instant the second gate was open three goats pushed their way into the little entrance way, scaring Paul silly.
He, realizing instantly that his life was in danger, dropped the food bag and began scaling my leg.
The largest and most aggressive of the three goats grabbed the food bag, paper bag and all, and downed it.
Paul, crying and screaming, "scary! scary!" still wanted to touch the animals, just not the goats.