J, my 4 y.o. wanted us to go to the zoo. I promised I’d follow his lead on this adventure. So this meant, we took a train, a very delayed train, to a stop near the zoo. And then I gave him a piggyback ride for about 8 blocks till we got to the zoo. He was excited about going into an indoor climbing structure for young kids. Only this afternoon, it was actually more about kids climbing on top of one another. So he expressed concerns about the big kids and we checked out the beavers. Actually, I did. He kept dragging me to see the gorillas.
We took a short cut through the Lion house, and saw a leopard and a tiger. I was trying to get a little excitement out of him by pointing at the tiger. But in truth, he was more interested in the colorful camera booth. I just couldn’t justify $5.00 for stickers with us surrounded by animals on it. Not yet, at least. We did see the apes playing outside, eating grass. But he reacted more like, “yawn-been there, done that.” I thought he would be more excited if we went indoors, but as we approached the door, a sign indicated the Ape house was closed. So, he advocated for us getting a snack.
At that point, I surrendered. I bought him a Sponge Bob Popsicles. It was made with a mix of cotton candy, fruit flavoring and gum balls. I tried to comfort myself that it was only 14 grams of sugar for all that crapt. So we sat together in this empty cafeteria listening to a baby howling in the distance. And then it was off to the gift shop for an alligator flashlight. At which point, he informed he was ready to go. So we got some popcorn for the road, and waited for the bus.
As we sat there, a thirty something, slightly chubby, caucasin man with gold wire rim glasses parted wet, blondish hair, clean clothes and a soft voice, showed us the soft “cuddly” tiger he purchased “for his niece. ” And then ranted about the prices at the zoo.
He’s the kind of guy who could pass for normal, until you realize his poor social skills. Like he doesn’t know how to interact in a conversation, but could talk endlessly, if no one interrupted. He told, J to listen to his dad. Having just seen the movie, “Taxi Driver” the night before, I didn’t want to risk the possibility of some crazy out of control lunatic jumping out of his skin. So I held J, and read another gross story about the Rugrats.
As the bus approached, the man got on the bus and looked like he waiting for us to join him; I said,…..It’s too crowded, we’re waiting for the next one.