Last night mommy, Aunt Mary, you and I tried to go to Wild Lights at the Wizing Desert, only to be turned away because of ‘weather‘. So, we tried it again tonight.
Lucky for us there was absulutely no wind, unlucky for us the whole thing SCARED THE CRAP out of you!
You insisted on being carried and had this utter look of terror in your eyes, like at any moment the Big Horn Sheep light display was going to eat your soul.
So after about a half hour, we left. Mommy and I aren’t convinced you realized it was The Living Desert, but at least we now know that you’re terrified of lights in the shape of animals.