Drumlin Farm, a farm run by the Massachusetts Audubon Society, hosted a pancake breakfast just before St. Patrick's Day, featuring displays about how syrup is made from sap. Learning about syrup seemed like a very Citizens of the Commonwealth thing to do and Mark and I never turn down pancakes, so we've really been looking forward to it.
We started the morning with pancakes. Somehow, the glory of pancakes and syrup is lost on Frances.
Then I dragged the family out to visit all the animals on the farm. Who doesn't like visiting animals? Sure, it was a bit nippy, but that's what winter jackets and a stiff upper lip are for, right? Frances was reasonably interested in the sheep.
This is not a great picture, but a couple of the ewes had just lambed and Frances was reasonably entertained by the babies.
She was a big fan of the pretend tractor.
Drumlin Farm is very good about having animals available for the kids to touch. Frances got to meet a chicken up close and personal. Again, Frances was reasonably interested.
See this face?
It should have been a warning to me, because her willingness to humor us ended about ten seconds later. Frances was some combination of hungry, tired, cold, sick and three, because she became distinctly disinterested in Drumlin Farm in general and sap in particular. We tried to stop by the sap display before beating a hasty retreat. It quickly became obvious that Frances was not interested in the fascinating process of how sap becomes syrup. I thought I could listen to some of the presentation while Mark wrestled Frances back to the car, but I was too distracted by Frances's howls.
Next year. Next year, we will all be interested in how sap becomes syrup, unless of course it interferes with Chandler's nap.
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