I hate stupid black bears. Hate them. And lest you think, "what a strange thing for someone to hate," let me just tell you I was born and raised in Alaska...I grew up on the side of a mountain. With big stupid scavenger freaking black bears. Who like to sit outside the house and scare the devil out of me, and who also eat the trash out of your cans. I hate them.
Dakin LOVED them, of course. He also enjoyed making a rainbow cake I saw on Omnomicon. I have no explanation for the silly face.
Dakin and Daddy outside playing with Daddy's RC car.
Other zoo notes: Dakin still loves the ducks, and had a wonderful time grinning at a penguin swimming back and forth in front of him. He did not care for the bird house this time around, though, owing to a new ornithophobia. (We were outside at dusk a few weeks ago and the birds were flocking back and forth and scared Dakin to death. Don't ask me why. Since then it's been all "Scary birds. Birds scare me. No birds." Being outside has been a riot, let me tell you.)