We kind of felt like we should have left them with their own kind

Last month, Jason and I took the kids to the zoo where first thing in the morning we got to see the cheetah's run. While it was a very cool experience it lead to us being regaled with tale's of "cheetah poop" from Ian. Many, many cheetah poop tales. We even had a baby cheetah named Cheetah Poop. Sorry, I haven't gotten the birth announcements in the mail yet. Cheetah Poop is just so hard to draw. It looks very close to tiger poop. Which is a totally different subject. Trust me. Also? Ian will tell you what a horse's butt says, which let me help you out here, it says "poop".

We're very poop oriented in our house.

Most of us are forced to be.

But back to the zoo, which smelled a lot like, you guessed it, poop. Sigh.

Anyway, I thought I'd share a couple of pictures from our day with you. Like this gorilla that was also very tired of hearing the baby gorilla say the word "poop":



Jason and the kids. Looking at some sort of "poop". Well they just got done looking at poop. In this shot they are looking at me, I'm not poop. Mostly:



And a shot of me and the kids with the creepy conductor bear. He was sans poop:



And finally a shot of Ian being overrun by ravenous sheep. Also? There was lots of poop to be stepped on:



You might also like to know that we were informed by another zoo patron that not only do sheep give us Ian's beloved poop but and I quote "that is a sheep, it gives us cotton."

It was a mostly great day. However, Jason and I were in bed by 9:00 that night because we were, you guessed it, pooped. Much to Ian's delight.