We are about three weeks from the end of summer here so we decided to take advantage of Bill’s free Friday and drive up to Indianapolis. Our first destination was the Indianapolis Zoo. I have run by it several times in the half marathon but never been inside. It’s a pretty zoo, well-kept with beautiful plants and flowers.
The boys were taken by the shark petting pool. They leaned in, followed the two finger rule and giggled as the sharks shimmied by. I, on the other hand, leaned in to take a picture of them doing the aforementioned, lost my footing on the wet floor, and fell in. Yes.I.fell.into.the.shark.pool. Fortunately, it was only about two and a half feet deep. I caught myself with my left arm extended but I got soaked up to my shoulder. The camera was fine; it was in my right hand. No zoo staff noticed but another mom across the exhibit did. I think she was dying to laugh but she didn’t. Thank goodness. I was embarrassed, my heart was racing but only my pride was hurt. I quickly stood up and pretended to be a model zoo visitor. Then we moved on.
We saw all of the animals, rode the little roller coaster and the train and watched the 4D Happy Feet movie/ride.
It was pretty hot and all Walker kept saying was that he wanted to get back to the Oceans for more sharks.
It put the smile back on his face. Incidentally, Mason talked quite a bit about the animals and being a zookeeper. I wouldn’t be surprised if he became a vet some day. This was not an isolated comment. We’ve heard it before.
After the zoo, we made some stops at places that we don’t have locally.
One would have thought the boys had died and gone to heaven when we entered The Apple Store. Then, we grabbed a bite to eat and stopped at Trader Joe’s. We are nothing, if not predictable. 