On Tuesday, we went to Uncle Donald’s Farm. My mom writes for the local newspaper and she was doing a story on the farm as a part of a summer series on what to do with your kids during summer break.
If you like the smell of livestock and the sound of obnoxious talking birds, then this is the place for you. Oh, I’m kidding. We had lots of fun at the farm.
I did learn, however, that flip flops are not proper foot wear on a farm. Honestly, considering the fact that I’m not a total idiot, I knew this already, but being that I’m living out of a suitcase, my shoe choices are somewhat limited. Oh, and I also learned that you should check the bottoms of your flip flops before getting into your mom’s car. That my friends, is a lesson I had to learn the hard way. I’m sad to report that we brought a little piece of Uncle Donald’s Farm home with us, as a smelly souvenir.
A farm after my own heart.
We saw sheep on Uncle Donald’s Farm