Exploring I-70, Part 2: "A Goat Licked My Hand" Edition

Before we left the KC area, we visited the Deanna Rose Children's Farmstead in Overland Park. It's pretty great for a city park, but it has its drawbacks. For one, it's free during the week and can be outrageously overcrowded. Also, goats lick your hand.









Right after this photo, a bully-goat pushed all the other goats out of the way. Jerk.









I had a math teacher in high school who would say: "It doesn't take me all day to look at a hot horseshoe." Jefferson figured out that if you throw the goat food a) you can starve the mean goat and b) you don't get licked.









Mom told us to smile.









Hail the conquering hero.












When was the last time you had this much fun? Before you had a car payment, I bet.












Four hours of driving, one crazed lunatic blocking the highway, and one unplanned night spent and my aunt's house later, we were in St. Louis. Jefferson had been such a good boy on our trip that we rewarded him with a trip to The Magic House. Despite how I act, The Magic House is fun for dads too.









We were relieved that this thing didn't have any of that German E. coli on it ... just the good ol' American kind.









Look how proud he is to have caught this magnetic fish (note: I caught the fish)!












Who's the banker now, Uncle Joby?









The last two times we went to The Magic House, Jefferson wouldn't have gotten in this thing for anything. It's a three-stories high plant and there's no way to get hurt (except for rug burn off those leaves). He always liked the looks of it from a distance, but the closer he'd get to it the more freaked out he'd get. This time he scaled it with no fear.












Almost to the top...












Until next time...