After breakfast at Eddie’s on Sunday, Reid and I went to the Agricultural Museum, or “The Farm” as we call it. We were slow getting started in the morning, reading and playing and all that and so it was 10:15 by the time we arrived. Reid has been noticing cars that are backed into parking spots lately and when I parked, she asked me to park backwards. Since I would be so rarely able to comply, I pulled out of the parking spot and backed in. She was impressed with me and I was proud. If Reid has any spatial ability, it won’t be thanks to me. Of course, as we got out I realized that it’s true that pride goes before a fall. Reid’s stroller was in the trunk, which in turn was against the fence. Still, she thought I was cool for backing in and I didn’t mind the awkwardness of getting the stroller out.

We went through each of the barns at a leisurely pace. Reid remembered which animals would be in which barn and was happy to see her old friends. After we had seen all of the animals, Reid led us back through each barn for one more visit with the animals. I pointed out the really fat sheep that have to be pregnant. Soon, we’ll be able to see the lambs.  One our way out, we went for a horse-drawn sleigh ride. Reid has never asked to go for a wagon ride, though they’re always there. It cost only $2 for me and Reid was free (don’t know what we’ll do with the loonie I saved). It was a fun ride and we’ll repeat it on the wagon another time.

Getting the stroller into the trunk in the ever-growing puddle around the car was enough to remind me about pride and all that but I clung to the memory of the smile Reid gave me.