Spud Rules: The Zoo and an Egg

We went to the zoo!

We went to the zoo!

Okay, okay... Dad always makes me point out that we actually go to the "Wild Animal Park" and that the "zoo" is a different thing entirely. That's what I get for being the offspring of an engineer I guess. Though I do kind of wonder how he can want to be so precise in naming things and so completely messy around the house? I mean really... Sometimes it seems like he makes a bigger mess than I do! And I'm the small boy!

Anyway. Where was I? Oh that's right, the ZOO. (Take that, Dad!)

Mom got us all annual memberships to the ZOO. [Editor's note: Membership actually covers both the San Diego Zoo and the Wild Animal Park. So there!] And that means that we can go to the zoo anytime we want to! Which has been a couple times a week here lately because Mom is really enjoying seeing the lions. There is a family with seven little lion cubs! They have two Mommies and only one Daddy, which I don't really understand, but Mom says I shouldn't worry about too much. The cubs are really cool though - they are right about my size and jump around all over the place. I'd really like to play with them, but I can't get through the glass. (You can learn more about the Lion Camp at their website.)

One day on the way home from the zoo, we stopped at an ostrich farm and bought an ostrich egg. Or maybe I should say that Mom bought an ostrich egg. I don't have any money and even if I did I don't think I'd spend it on an ostrich egg. I'd buy the whole ostrich and ride it around the neighborhood.

Turns out that all you can do with an egg is eat it, which we proceeded to do the following weekend when we had my Aunt Melinda and Dad's friend John (Shiple) staying at the house. I guess Mom figure that we needed backup on eating the egg. And it turned out she was right - Dad was finishing the leftovers for breakfast all week. (Dad remembers their tour guide in Kenya saying that an ostrich egg was "a party!". Guess he meant that you need a whole party of people to eat one.)

At this point, I'll just shift to pictures, because this is one you've got to see to believe.

Mom prepares to attack with a large, heavy kitchen knife.