Today we set out for our first Easter egg hunt at a local petting zoo. I'd say that the kids outnumbered the animals by about 100 to 1. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many kids at once. Quickly it became clear that Sophie not only wasn’t going to “find” any eggs, but there was a good chance of her getting trampled. So while everybody was off on the egg hunt, we went to pet the animals. We knew we were going to be in for a good time because recently Sophie has started noticing animals, especially dogs, and wants to touch/pet them. The zoo is quaint and has the typical pigs, goats, llamas, cows, rabbits to pet, but Sophie’s favorite, hands down: Grey Goat. We bought her some carrots to feed the goat and she immediately knew what to do. She grabbed a carrot and held it out for Grey Goat. Grey Goat was particularly gentile and sweet. She was eager to get food, but never nibbled Sophie’s tiny fingers. This all thrilled Sophie to no end. She loved feeding the goats. After about 20 minutes of feeding/petting/poking at the animals, we were all getting cold and running out of carrots. As we left, the whole mob of kids poured in after having snatched all the eggs to be found. I think we should count ourselves lucky this year, because in another year or so, telling a child she isn’t going to hunt for eggs like the rest of the kids is borderline abuse, even if you do get to pet Grey Goat.