We ventured to Horicon Marsh on Sunday for some labor day weekend fun. (I suddenly realized it was the end of May and we needed to make the trek before the mosquitoes descend on Wisconsin.) There is a large Woolly Mammoth statue near the education center. As we were walking away from Mammoth, I heard Zibbi mumbling to herself grumpily, "It's Woolly MamooSS, not Woolly MamoTH. Woolly Mammoth doesn't even make sense." I just adore her confidence. Even when she is so wrong.
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