Who knew goats were so social? And didn't smell or pee on you. Always a plus. After our stint at the petting zoo, there was a short parade. And by short, I mean clowns and horses.
We made our way over to the food vendors and got some Kettle Corn and homeade Rootbeer, found a couple of age-appropriate rides, and then headed over to the old Katy Engine to see Dad. (He was working.)