Someday
I took the boys to the zoo yesterday. I know, I’m crazy. They were thrilled to go and I figured that it would tire them out and that they would have less energy to drive me crazy later when we had to be inside. It was like, 101 degrees, later in the day, but we went to the zoo at 8 and stayed until nearly 11. The boys had a great time in the children’s zoo. They played for a long time on the slides and we also enjoyed the indoor area that has the animals that can be touched and some manipulative toys that my youngest son liked. I think that they all enjoyed the goat area, as well. One of my most favorite memories of my oldest son was when we were at the goat pen at the zoo (he was 20 months old at the time) and we figured out that he was trying to get all the goats in a group hug. We got some precious pictures that day. Yesterday, they all enjoyed brushing the goats. And they all had their favorite goats. In fact, my oldest, the one that will probably have problems being employed someday, asked me a question for which I was totally unprepared. This child, who has never speculated after any future occupation said, “Mom, when I grow up, can I have a job as a goat brusher?” All I could manage was, “Do you like goats? Well, maybe.” He then added, “I want to clock in and out.” Okay, we shall see. You know what, if he is a goat farmer, that would be fine with me. My only wishes are that he would be happy, be a good worker at whatever he does, and preferably, that he would not have to bag groceries at the market. That is all.