For the reunion of the childbirth puffing course, we took our one-year-old offspring to the baby play Meh in Amsterdam. You could show your child around the farm while singing along to the mèhlodie. Easy, I thought after many a petting zoo visit. But here too I turned out to have been quite wrong. I pointed out to my son the baby cows on display on stage. I was corrected by other spectators that it lambs goods. And if they were cows, they were calves.
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