This past Saturday my husband decided to take the kids to a petting zoo while I was at a bridal shower. I think my kids are magnets for trouble.
Here’s what happened in his words:
So we arrived, parked the van, and we walked over. The had some goats, and donkey, and a camel. Now none of the girls had seen a camel up close before, so once they were done looking at the donkey, we went to the camel pen. All of the girls marveled at how big the camel was. So with me and Amber on one side of the pen, and Lauren and Holli on another side, the camel starting turning away from us, going back for more food. Suddenly, without warning, the camel decided to do number two. It must have had an upset stomach or something, because what came out was VERY wet and smelly.
When it hit the ground, it splattered everywhere. Luckily, it missed Lauren and Holli. Me and Amber? Eh, not so much. Large spots of camel crap went from head to toe on Amber, and nailed my shoes and pants. I took one look at Amber, and the look on her pace was one of bewilderment, disgust, and anger. “I WANNA GO!!!” she yelled (and at this point, I didn’t blame her…she looked horrible and smelled just as bad). I got her over to where the cleaning station was, only to find there were no paper towels anywhere. Amber was on the verge of tears at this point, so I found the guy who was in charge. He sent his wife to get more paper towels, and he started cleaning the camel crap off Amber’s face, arms, and legs. I was trying to get it out of her hair, without much success. He was trying to be all friendly and everything, but Amber was having none of it.
“What’s your name?”, he asked.
“NO!” she said. “I WANNA GO! STINKY CAMEL!”
By that point his wife showed up with some napkins. “I don’t think she is going to tell you her name,” she said.
So we got Amber cleaned up as best we could, and then he offered if she wanted to pet the baby goats. “NO!” Amber exclaimed, “I WANNA GO! STINKY CAMEL!”
By that point the guy apologized to me, and I told him the she had had enough. So I gathered all three kids up and got them into the van. Despite Amber being cleaned, she (and I) smelled horrible, so I called Sara (who didn’t follow us there), and told here to get PJ’s, a nighttime pull-up, and a towel ready. “What happened?”, she asked.
I told her, “You’ll just have to see it to believe it.”
On the way home all Amber could talk about was the stinky camel, and all three girls were happy to see Mom at home. After Amber and I showered, we took the girls for ice cream. Before we got out the door, Amber stopped, looked at me and asked, “No stinky camel?”
“No,” I said. “Just ice cream. No stinky camel.”
Poor Amber. I don’t know why these things keep happening to her…
