Zion's favorite place in the whole entire universe is Chip-In Farm, a farm stand and petting zoo about a mile down the road from our house. He mentions it at least 50 times a day. If he sees a picture of any farm animal in any book he'll excitedly exclaim, "Goat! Mipin Mahm!" or "Piddy! Mipin Mahm!" or "Reet! Mipin Mahm!" Or sometimes he'll just toddle over to me, stick his face right in my face so he knows I'm hearing him, and whine as plaintively as he can, "Go Mipin Mahm see baby caaaaaaaaalf???"
Zion really loves petting animals, though I'm not sure "love" is the right word. It's more like he has a BURNING PHYSICAL NEED to pet animals, which I notice most acutely when the chickens are out and I have to chase one down and hold it still so Zion can stroke the soft feathers. Then it's like he gets a fix, and he's okay for five minutes or so.
I don't know how much Zion's personality matches mine, if he really shares my preferences or if it just comes from being the baby. But in my heart of hearts I understand his burning need to pet a baby calf. Somedays it's difficult to check off the chicken chores because Zion wants to help so badly (and then it's only difficult to get on his boots and coat... but not for too much longer!) Meanwhile, Harvey only wants to dig in the dirt with Dada, and he's been eyeing some pumplin seeds at the Garden store ever since he found a dollar. Who knows what all this means for the future. For the time being at least, we're spending a lot of time at the farm.