Kidnapped.

Sunday I was kidnapped. Dad showed up with a stuffed polar bear I gave him one year for Christmas with a note that had said, "Use this bear as your ticket to go to Como Zoo with me any time you want."


When I was little the polar bear exhibit was our special place to visit and we still try to go at least once a year together.


We drove through Taco Bell {yummmm} and ate it outside the conservatory. It was one of those fall days that still feels like summer and couldn't have been more perfect.