The Twinkies

OK, I want to know two things:

1) Who searches for “ladies fucking twinkies” on the Internet?

2) Why did this site come up?

Yesterday we went to a local farm turned park for their “Gentle Touch” program in which chidren ages birth to three get to pet barnyard animals. This was our second time in the program and this time I knew enough to skip the second half; my two are not interested enough in turtles, snakes and birds to stay focused.

The duck was a hit. The bunny was a hit. Who knew chickens were so soft? F seemed to like the horse who snorted warm, horsey breath on her. However, it was the donkey that was the highlight of the trip and proved that when you leave the camera home the sweet moments happen. F hugged the donkey. Over and over again she spread her arms out against him and rested her face into his side.

The barn kitten, who showed far more patience with strange children than our poor cat, suffered repeated pats on her face and side and was also “rewarded” with a big F hug. One of the other mothers looked at me and said, “She’s just fearless, isn’t she?”

F is the same girl who looked so suspicious and doubtful in the pediatrician’s office she elicted a comment. She likes animals. People who have a history of poking her with sharp objects, less so.

Afterwards, both kids chased a rooster around for a while.