I went to the zoo today with a good friend. We were looking at the warthogs. Both Parker and Finley were standing on the first rung of the wooden fence. I was standing with Fin, my friend was standing next to Parker.

While I was making grunting pig noises I look over to see a nun in full habit rushing to my son's aid. He was on his head, feet in the air, in the pen with the warthogs. Apparently being very tall with a big head has its disadvantages. In his excitement he had leaned over and fallen right in.

Don't worry a nun was their to save him.

No urgent care was necessary and, in fact, Parker was back on the fence as soon as we rescued him from the charging animals.

Posted by Brooke* at Wednesday, May 13, 2009 |