August 6, 2006

The farm and frozen custard.

One of the highlights for the girls, second only to "water!," was our visit to The Farm. The Farm once was a real farm but now exists solely to give kids the opportunity to see and pet animals -- kind of like a spread-out petting zoo on steroids.

They sell baby bottles of goat's milk for .25 so you can feed the baby goats that are running around everywhere. I thought it was such a cute idea so we bought four bottles, walked over to the area where all the little goats are running amuck and handed a bottle to Michal and one to Kenna. Both of them, without a moments hestitation, took the bottle and tried to put it in their own mouth. Eric and I both yelled "no!" and thankfully grabbed the bottles before they actually were able to succeed. Eric then fed the baby goats.

One of Michal's other favorite things during our trip was frozen custard. (So what, you may be asking yourself, is the difference between ice cream and frozen custard? An excellent question! The difference is eggs. Frozen custard has them. Ice cream doesn't.) She quickly learned to recognize any sign with an ice cream cone on it and would then ask, "Ice cream cone?" which meant, "Can I have vanilla frozen custard for the third time today?" So, after sampling frozen custard up and down the Door County peninsula, we've decided the best is scooped up by Malibu Moo's Frozen Griddle in Fish Creek -- just in case you're ever in the neighborhood.

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