A Day at the Zoo

We visit the zoo about once a year, and Saturday was that day. I'm set for another year, at least.

I don't know what it is about the zoo, but it wears me out. I like the outdoors, I like museums, I like walking. But after a day at the zoo, I am exhausted.

The kids were too, which is why they fell asleep in the car after about five hours of looking at animals. I didn't ask what their favorite part was, but I wouldn't be surprised if Edith's was grooming the goats -- ironic since they aren't even really zoo animals.

The kids were happy, and I'm happy that they're happy. And they certainly slept well that night.

The tired face.