And I had fun encouraging Dad to drink his beer...
And eat his vegetables.
I got a sucker shaped like a butterfly, and when Dad asked what it tasted like, I said, "Butterflies".
But my main Oktoberfest objective was chicken hunting. When I first met the biggest chicken ever, I wasn't too sure about him, as you can see...
But that didn't stop me from pursuing him all around the grounds, crying when he'd leave the room, begging for a chicken-shaped necklace to wear, or running for my life when he'd actually acknowledge me. Auf Wiedersehen, Chicken!
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