So I took my daughter to the zoo today, kind of like a last hurrah before she starts Universal Pre-K in the fall. This is officially the last week we’ll be home together, just she and I. *sniff sniff* I thought we were having a good time at the zoo. She seemed appropriately captivated by the tigers, amused by the sea lions and enthralled with the monkeys.But once she caught a glimpse of the playground located smack-dab in the middle of the place, she could’ve cared if a herd of elephants were running past her. The playground was by far the coolest thing about the zoo. I watched her run back and forth between the slides and the tunnel a half-gazillion times. When I explained that it was time to leave, it was all sour grapes from there. On the way home she nonchalantly told me that the zoo was “kind of boring.” I was a little put out by this statement. She’s greatly in need of a nap, I figured.
Tonight as I tucked her in, determined to figure out if she really meant what she said about our day at the zoo, I asked her:
“So where is more fun to visit, the pet shop or the zoo?”
She thought a second, then her face lit up. “Pet shop!” Must be those darned hamsters. They crack her up every time.
Well, there I have it. I don’t need to spend money or drive 45 minutes out of my way to have a special day with my daughter. I can just drive right down the street, to the local Petco. Then hit the playground on the way home. Huh.