Finally, the eagerly-awaited Thanksgiving pictures. There were a number of good ones, but I'll focus on the highlights-- our inexplicable trip from one zoo (grandma and grandpa's house) to another zoo.

In an effort to combat global warming (note the t-shirts), we took public transportation:

Once at the zoo, we blended in nicely...

Please don't feed us, ladies and gentlemen.

The best part by far was riding the animals with Andrew and Claire.:

Zoos (and animals) are so much more visitor-friendly than I remembered back in the day.

Of course, not all of the critters were so accommodating. I let these otters know what I thought of their uncooperativeness:

Perhaps my gesture would have been more suited for the bird house... ha ha ha.

Before we left, we had a summit to determine what we were going to have for dinner that night:

It's nice to know that my generation sees eye-to-eye on these matters...

We also visited the Air and Space Museum, which promptly touched off a new obsession to replace the 50 states: the planets! I've spent the last few days scattering the house with various celestial bodies:

Here's Earth and Pluto. Pluto is the red one.

Lastly, I've been dealing with a bit of a winter health crisis-- the irrepressible urge to wipe my shnozz with my sleeve. The habit has resulted in some battle scars:

No, I'm not blushing.

Mom's solution has been to threaten me with putting lotion on my face if she catches me in mid-wipe. I have her fooled, though. I do all of my wiping while turned away from her. She still hasn't figured it out yet... sucker! I hope she doesn't read this blog or the jig is up.