Zoolander Baby

We took the little angel to the zoo for the first time this past weekend.  She was excited enough about getting to ride in the jogging stroller WITH snacks.  Then she saw the animals.

For the first half hour or so, she just stared, transfixed, at whatever was in front of her.  For a normally talkative girl, her silence sort of befuddled me.  I've never seen her too surprised to speak before.

The best part was when we got to the elephant.  It raised its trunk to tear some leaves off a tree (did you know elephants ate trees?  I did not know this) and it made that elephant noise - is it trumpeting?  Anyway, the little angel looked at me, eyes like saucers, then pointed to the elephant's trunk, as if to say "Are you SEEING this shit?" 

I looked at the elephant again.  His baggy skin.  His soulful, Willie Nelson eyes.  His hairy little head.  His long, wispy tail.  His very obvious toenails.  I guess I sort of accepted that elephants are the way they are, but upon second glance, they really are goofy-looking.  Maybe she has a point.