Not Saturday! They got home from swimming and I whispered to Ron, Let's take them to Como, and fifteen minutes later we were in the car. So saucy of us Killins's, I tell you.
It was like Alla had never been there before, though I assure you we have been there many many times. It's only about a ten mile drive, so we can go for an hour and not invest the whole day. I know she remembers being there enough that when we pulled in she said something about Como and zoo and Como Town and then started screaming about it being her favorite. But when we got in there, she had this new fascination with all the animals like she was seeing them for the first time. She was so so excited, spotting things and pulling us to see them with her. She's suddenly more observant, pays more attention to details, like the sea lions laying on the bottom of the pool and the funny way they blow out their whiskers when they emerge.
I saw a BIG flamingo, Mama! See there are two tortoises looking at me. Let's go find the polar bears. I wanna hug that big giraffe. I see a mama lion, shhhhh. And there's the dada lion.
That wee one spent the day strolling around, easy-going kid he is, sucking those two fingers raw. And then just got bored of it all and fell asleep. We finished up the outing at Snuffy's Malt Shop where Alla actually ate her chickens before her ff's! FF is Alla-speak for 'french fry.'