A month or so ago we went to Breakfast on the Farm for RochesterFest. They serve a delicious pancake breakfast to thousands of people and give tours of the farm, horse drawn wagon rides, and have a petting zoo. Charlotte had lots of fun. For a couple of weeks afterward, she kept saying she wanted to go to the Farmer's Market. When we went to the Farmer's Market, she said, "No, the other Farmer's Market." It took us until she said, "the one with the cows" to figure out she meant the farm.
Petting the bunny with just one finger
Baby goat was just days old!
I guess the pancakes weren't enough for her...she was still hungry! The cow in the background doesn't look too happy about Charlotte trying to steal some of her feed.
That's my breakfast! Scram, little girl!!!
Don't worry, the picture of her trying to eat cow food was a fake. In case you were still thinking about how gross that was.

The corn was much taller than the old saying "knee-high by the fourth of July," especially compared to Charlotte.
Where did she go?

Charlotte? Come back Charlotte.... Char? You need to turn around now. CHARLOTTE, LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER!!!! COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!!!
(Matt went in to get her and of course she ran faster when she saw him coming. She got about twice as far away and we couldn't see her anymore in between the stalks! Luckily Matt tracked her down by the movement of the corn. Next time we'll just leave her at the farm so she can help slop the pigs.)