Gramma and Grampa are so nice: They renewed my membership for 2012. Thank you! I'm really looking forward to the new card coming because then Mom will give me my very own card for my wallet. I like to drive to the zoo on my fire truck. With my purse. (Or backpack, if I'm feeling racy.) Of course, I'm just pretending when I drive. Mom drives when we go for real.
We're regulars at the zoo, so we have a pretty good routine.
First, I help Mom get tickets -- the person at the membership desk always appreciates my help.
Then we hand the tickets to Marcus. Not me. The grown-up Marcus who lets us in.
Also known as "Stinky fa-meen-goes" |
Mom said actually she's not sure either...
On the way there, we always stop to visit the duck parade. Definitely one of my favorite parts. I like to test each duck for ridability. It's important to get a good fit.
Usually we head to the playground and the Carousel at this point. I prefer to call the Carousel the Meh-Go-Roun. Probably because Mom calls it the Merry-Go-Round. (Sometimes Big Marcus works at the Carousel.)
On any given day, I prefer to ride an elephant. If only they had a giant duck...
Then we go choose-your-adventure and visit either:
- the lion, tigers, and bears. Oh my. And the monkeys and apes. But Frank*'s right: They're not all in a zoo...
- the sea lions -- who put on a show rivaled only by my attempts to kill myself in the stands
- the snakes and spiders
- the swamp
Mom tries really hard to make sure we head home for lunch before I turn into a lunatic. But whatever we miss, we can always see the next week!
Today was fun because I got to ride in my friend's wagon. I like me some wagon!
And we got a special treat: This lovely fellow escorted us out.
Ok, he might have been trying to break into the Cafe, but we can pretend.
And we made it home and had lunch before I went lunatic.
* That would be Sinatra
And all the monkeys aren't in the zoo
Every day you meet quite a few
So you see it's all up to you
You can be better than you are
You could be swingin' on a star
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