The last time I went to the zoo, Ollie was riding around inside me. It was so hot, I took shelter in the air-conditioned gift shop, a place I normally avoid. Kids and gift shops need validation from each other. One needs tacky personalized souvenir license plates. The other needs allowance money.
Yesterday, we returned to the zoo. This time, it was unseasonably warm for winter. It was bright and clear. We ate a picnic lunch outside as a peacock stalked crumbs. It was a perfect mix of nice weather, small crowds, and active animals.
He won’t remember his first trip to the Denver Zoo, but I will.