Boo at the Zoo

Every year I cross my fingers that they'll dress up the animals and it never happens. I would just love to see a picture of the koala dressed up like an elephant. Or the giraffe wearing a big bear outfit. Why don't they get to have any fun? Would it really hurt the animal to put on a fuzzy costume? Lord knows it would make my year. I digress.

So this year our friends invited us to go with them and we jumped right on board. At 5 on the dot yesterday we jumped in the car and raced to the event so that we could do a little trick or treating A) before it got dark and B) before the older kids scared my child came.

It was quite windy and frigid, but we survived. Unfortunately, after eating all the candy, our teeth may not.

As always, the train ride was a hit, and Drew loved the animals... or at least those that were out in the cold. But my intuition knew it would be short lived when he refused to be carried anywhere and wanted to walk the entire zoo. Little did I know that it would be 7:37 on the dot when my angel would turn into a screaming terror. With fears of people thinking I was kidnapping a kid, we scooped him up and hastily made our way to the car. If I'd only known the magical powers a flashlight can have on calming a kid, I would have used that tool more than the last 39 seconds of our walk back.

In the end, it was a fun night with friends, but next year we'll plan accordingly. Extra layers of clothing will be worn, but more importantly, we'll be armed with 13 flashlights.