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It’s been a while since we’ve been to the zoo, and yesterday seemed like a good day to go.
This week is spring break for me, and my wife and her fellow tax preparers are enjoying the breathing room of the extended deadline. We just happen to have two granddaughters, so it’s not like we had to go alone. The weather was certainly cooperative: sunny and 78 degrees. Clearly, the stars were aligned for a road trip north to Nashville.
Now that it’s over, though, I’m not sure what to write about.
I could probably write about the morning before the trip. We didn’t tell the kids ahead of time, so they learned of the plan an hour before we left. Thinking ourselves clever, we played Raffi’s “Goin’ to the Zoo” for them as our way of sharing the surprise. Fun fact: subtlety is sometimes lost on six- and seven-year olds. We had to just tell them. Craziness ensued.
Passing on the pre-trip action, I could write about the time on the road. 90 minutes in a car with two young kids provided plenty of topics. The dialog between stuffed animals was cute–and lengthy–so that’s certainly an option. I could toss in our conversation about the words “extraordinary” and “exuberant,” or I could even describe the need for snacks, because, no, lunch wasn’t eaten before the trip as craziness was ensuing.
I could write about how “ensuing” is an adjective, and the need to claim literary license in order to use it in the previous sentence.
The zoo itself, of course, provided lots of experiences to share:
- The disappointment of seeing the kid in front of us claim the lion on the carousel, despite us being third in line and certain we’d get it.
- The realization that, as a seven-year-old, carousels are more exciting as a memory than they are in real life.
- How hard it is to hold one’s young hand still as two lorikeets are squabbling over the cup of nectar clenched within one’s fist.
- Cotton candy vs popcorn? Nana’s idea of a healthy snack instead? Circling back to cotton candy vs popcorn?
- My amusement at seeing the meerkats, almost certainly as a result of watching The Lion King countless times over the last 25 years (you know, bits and pieces I’d catch as my kids were watching it; not that I ever sat down for it).
- Gift shop!
What about the drive back? The love Lisa showed for our daughter as she worked to keep the kids awake during the last 10 miles of the trip?
I could write about the two of us finally getting home, absolutely ready to collapse.
Hmmm. If I’m going to get this post done, I’m going to have to decide.