Boo at the Zoo

Yesterday, we took the boys to Boo at the Zoo. Henry was dressed as Batman and Drew as Robin. If I had my act together, I would have turned their stroller into the Batmobile. Alas, my act is never together. It didn't affect my superheroes in any way, though. They're used to fighting evil from the comfort of their Bumbleride.

Batman and Robin had a great time. Although they didn't see a lot of animals at first, they were intrigued by all the kids in costume. When we finally saw a panda, they were thrilled. They got a little fussy halfway through the event, but thanks to some cheese puffs supplied by one of the sponsors, we delayed the screaming phase until later into the evening. Unfortunately, I made a poor decision to give them ice cream just as they were getting tired (right before we entered the tiger's digestive system). Batman started cracking up after hearing the tiger pass gas. From there, he started to scream periodically, which of course set off his trusty sidekick, until their screams were constant. That began their rapid descent into toddler misbehavior and our even quicker ascent from the Great Cats to the main exit at the other end of the zoo.

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, Batman! And Robin!

Hi, Panda!


What are all these strangely dressed kids doing here?


Come closssser, ssssuperheroessss.


Why is Dancing Queen playing in our heads?


Can't a giant turtle get some privacy?


Wired.