Joe's parents were meeting up with some friends for lunch today, so Joe and I took Cal to the zoo. Really, the die was cast after a series of tactical missteps yesterday.
(Everyone standing next to the elevator, en route to the Transit Museum)
Cal, are you ready to go to the zoo?
Zoo! To see animals!
We're going to the Transit Museum.
I mean trains! Not the zoo! We're going to see trains!
Go take the trains to see animals?
(Leaving the transit museum, walking through Brooklyn Heights searching for lunch)
I'm starving. Where are we going to eat?
The restaurant's just a couple more blocks this way.
I'm dying. We'd better get there soon. I could eat a cow.
No cow! No eat a cow!
No honey, we're not going to eat a cow.
No, we're going to eat a couple of cute bunnies.
And then if we're still hungry, maybe we'll eat Cooper.
I hate to see what's going to happen when he realizes that chicken nuggets are made of chicken.