Before it was technically summer and I could open the door without feeling like I was getting smacked in the face with the entire surface of the sun, I took the girls on a trip to the zoo– knowing that it would be the last time I’d be doing so until October when the air no longer felt like heavy, suffocating, inescapable velvet jam.
The zoo is expensive and we are perpetually broke, so we hadn’t been able to go there for at least a couple of years. The benefit of this was that seeing the animals would be practically a new experience for Lily.
Or it would have been anyway.
As soon as she saw there was playground, the living exotic animals immediately lost their appeal to the slightly different version of a thing she’s played on at various parks dozens of times. Fortunately we were able to get a membership this year or at 60 bucks, this would’ve been the most expensive playground trip ever.
I was at least able to get them to the closest animals.