He comes everywhere with us, does whatever we do, has opinions on things ( and is consulted thusly ), and interacts as a family member.
He's *very important* and God help us if he ever goes missing.
But i've never seen a cow ride an elephant before.
Apparently "yeah they do, cows like ride elephants !".
Seeing as the boy is Zoo-obsessed, and does quite a good job playing Zoo Tycoon on the computer etc etc, I thought this trip would be our best ever yet. We go every year, and for those first toddler years, the highlight was the seagulls and chasing them.
He was really looking forward to the Tigers.
But he whizzed through the exhibits and brattily declared some 'boring'.
"What's Next", he kept asking.
The Girl with the Pretty Face.
At the elephant enclosure.
MC was staring at her butterfly-and-sparkle-painted adorned face, and she turned to him like an angel and said "I don't think i've ever seen such a big elephant!" in the loveliest little voice.
My boy was in love.
They had a little chat and the girl had to move on.
MC was distraught and demanded we follow 'the girl with the pretty face. I wub her!'. So we did.
I told her mother what was going on, as I felt a little creepy actually. Stalking a little girl.
We also gave them plenty of opportunity to escape us .. but the girl kept tracing back if we got left behind, and hunting *us* down.
So for a while there, we all travelled together.
But they were nice people, so it was all good.
Until the girl with the pretty face had to go home. There were hugs, tears ( my boy ) and indifference ( she was moving on, leaving a trail of hearts in her wake, no doubt ).
And on the way home, I heard the to & fro'ing of imaginary conversation in the backseat.
"The girl with the pretty face is here, mummy!".
So I turned down the radio so I could listen, as I love these conversations
Turns out the girl was coming home with us and she could stay as 'we've got two rooms'. And the pretty girls' mummy was in the backseat too. She could sleep in Mummy& Daddy's bed.
"I don't think there's enough room" I countered.
"Daddy can sleep on the couch" was the reply.
Oh, righteo then. Problem solved.