The evil ones are following me. Not only are they at the mall play area, but they’re at the zoo, too. Except this time, they’re not the kids – they’re the parents.
The zoo is for the kids. It’s that simple. Yes, I love the zoo, too. I love the baby animals the most. And, before I even had kids I would go to the zoo (though most times I would borrow my friend’s kids).
But I don’t love it as much as my 2-year-old. I honestly can’t tell her we’re going to the zoo until five minutes before we leave or instead of napping, she’ll bounce around her bed and ask about the zoo every 13 seconds until it’s time to go. It’s literally her favorite place on earth.
“Zoo?!? I see monkeys, sharks, penguins, lions, lemurs, bats…” It goes on and on. And on. The 20-minute car ride to the zoo consists of, “Ready, Set, Go, Daddy!” Meaning, “Hurry the heck up, Daddy. We have a zoo to see!”
But when we get there, she can’t see the monkeys because there are people in the way. And by “people,” I mean adults. Listen, I know that little baby monkey is the cutest thing ever. But parents please peel yourselves off the window and take two steps back so my 3-foot-tall daughter can see around you. I can pretty much guarantee that if my daughter were to stand in front of you, you would still be able to see over her.
Plus, she’s 2. And the zoo is for kids. And I just want to snap one picture of her and the monkey. Because it’s her favorite place on earth.