Of all days, Brooklyn picked this one to get sick. It could have been the Chinese take out we'd had the night before. Hard to say. Kyle and I were unaffected somehow, if it was. In any case, she spent the morning and day puking intermittently. And I hate it when she gets sick because I feel powerless and my mind automatically jumps to the worse possible conclusion.

In between bouts of puking, she exclaimed over the animals, petted some goats, and played on a playground with other kids. So maybe we passed on our mysterious bug. hehe. I have no idea what was wrong with her, but fortunately I brought a change of clothes and we managed to make it through most of the animals before calling it quits.