We're going to the zoo in a week. It's all anyone in the kindergarten hallway can talk about. You can only imagine the excitement. On Friday Pixie informed me with great authority that she couldn't wait to go to the zoo because she was going to pet the lions and the tigers.
When I informed her that this wouldn't happen she quickly replied that oh no, remember our field trip to the farm? Well, at the farm she got to pet the goats.
This is true. And she didn't just pet the goat, she "hugged" it in a choke hold and kissed it after it licked her face.
For a moment a vivid scene ran through my head of her trying to recreate this event with the lion.
I explained the difference between the zoo and the farm.
"Ok" she nodded, "Next week I'm going to the zoo and all I'm going to pet is the seal."
Pixie and I are going to be attached at the hip for the zoo, like white on rice. Fingers crossed that I don't end up on the news as the teacher who couldn't keep the five year old from leaping into the lion's den.