Aram and I decided we have a new philosophy about taking Shep to nice/expensive/fun places; we are not paying for the experience and excitement there, we are paying for his reaction to it the day afterwards. Sheppard loves animals, he plays them all day and I'm sure he dreams about them all night. So, I assumed the the zoo would be pure paradise for him. I guessed wrong. Gramma and Papa took us to the zoo while they were here and Shep had a total meltdown. He freaked out completely, and wouldn't even pretend he liked it. You can see his distraught face on the Merry Go Round (which was our unsuccessful attempt to snap him out of his tissy fit). He finally calmed down a bit, and enjoyed it more towards the end of our time there. On the other hand, Marshall loved it and was in love with all the animals. This is the kicker...the next day Shep was talking about the zoo like it was the best thing on the planet. He told me about all the animals and what they did, "Gorilla was so funny, he played peek a boo", "Elephant ate the straw, that was so funny." Trust me, none of this was remotely funny to him while we were there, but something must have connected in his sweet little head that it should be funny. He has altered his memory of the zoo from a miserable, distraught experience to a great and funny day. Kids, go figure!
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