The Zoo

Yesterday, we went to the zoo.

We walked from animal to animal, talking about all of the different shapes, sizes and types of animals that we came across.  We talked about what types of food each animal eats, where they sleep and where they pooped.  But there was one thing we didn't talk about and Chase was dying to know the answer.

We got to some sort of horse exhibit. I’m not exactly sure what type of horse it was- honestly the animals all start to look the same.  About an hour into the zoo experience I couldn't tell the difference between and monkey and a giraffe (I think that’s why they have each exhibit labeled as to which animal is in the cage- I can’t be the only one that gets blurry zoo vision).  Anyway, Chase went close to the railing and inspected the animal from head to hooves.  After a couple minutes of pondering he looked up at me with his little eyebrows squished together in the middle of his forehead and asked, “Mommy, why hims not wearing crocs?”  Apparently, my child was worried about this poor animal’s foot apparel.  I guess animals need to keep up with current fashion trends and this horse clearly wasn't up to par and child found that offensive.  My response to his inquiry, “He doesn't have any pockets to keep his money in, so he can’t buy crocs.” Luckily, Chase seemed content with that answer and scurried off to see the next animal that was awaiting him.  As Chase ran ahead, I prayed in silence that the next animal had a sweater vest on because I didn't think I could come up with another lame answer.   

On a side note, I overheard a little girl talking to her mom by the prairie dog exhibit.  The little pig-tailed girl couldn't have been over 5, but she was very observant.  She was looking at two prairie dogs in a corner and wanted her mom to notice.  She said, “Oh, cute Mommy, they are piggy back rides on the ground.”  The mother looked up at me and we both busted into laughter as the mother shuttled her daughter away from “piggy back” corner.