“Jenn! Wanna come out to the rodeo this weekend? There are rides! And cows! And some of my family… including my sister… and some young cousins…”
“I’m not going to be expected to like, look after any of these kids, right?”
“Oh, of course not. Between all of the real adults there, we’ll have them covered.”
What we didn’t count on was coming across a wine tasting thing. $5 to try about 20 different types of wine? Works for me. (Incidentally, I strongly recommend the 2004 Chardonnay from See Ya Later ranch. Holy crap, that was good. And I don’t usually like chardonnay all that much.) Jenn was still feeling a bit queasy after spinning her around madly on a couple of rides, so chose not to partake in the wine tasting…
…instead, she got saddled with all three kids.
So, they colored, we drank wine and ate some bread & cheese. Evidently we started a trend, because soon after we started our tour, the wine area was full of people.
And Jenn was attracting more children…
Indistinguishable from the real children. I, of course, continued snapping pictures for blackmail material. How could this be? The greater children-fearicus genre of marmot, surrounded by children? Without screaming, without running? Without flailing, without falling down?
They adored her. So, so terribly entertained.
But in the end, I don’t think it had anything to do with the children. I think that Jenn simply wanted to color, children be damned.
Marmot does well with children for the same reason I do – she is one.
I like the fact that her face isn’t clear in *any* of the pictures. ;-)