The Little Farm

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Today we went to "The Little Farm" which is, as you guessed, a little farm in way south Miami. It's basically a nasty farm that the people that live there have set up to entertain parents and kids for money. Being from Texas, I suppose I've been a bit spoiled as to what constitutes a "farm". A few cages and pens does not a farm make. Overall, it was worth it to go to, just so I could see that my kids don't care about a farm. They were intrigued by the surroundings but aren't old enough yet to run up to a cage and squeal "OOOO A PIGGIE!".

We spent some time in the butterfly garden, which actually did impress me a bit. There were butterflies everywhere and it looks like they've put a lot more effort into the butterflies than the rest of the farm. I tried to get the kids to enjoy the butterflies but they were too busy looking at the ground instead of looking up to where they were fluttering about.

Oh! Zane do you see a butterfly?!?

Oh, you were just grabbing a stick

Oh! Lily do you see a butterfly?!?

No. You want to grab a rock.

Geeses (or as Lily calls them "apples", we are at a stage where everything is an "apple")

Zane liked watching all the little kids scream on the pony rides. You could almost hear his sarcastic chuckle. See all those toys in the background? Not a chance kids, it's called "the flu".

Get. me. off. of. this. pumpkin. thing.

um. Ok? yay pumpkins?

Look Lily! Do you like the scarecrow?!?

um. no.

We purchased our pumpkin for way more than we would pay at the grocery store but it's nice to put a little extra money into the Florida economy which is in the toilet far more than where you live. The people who were running the farm seemed genuinely nice so I feel bad about dissing their farm. I'm just a Texas girl at heart and know the difference between a steer and a bull.