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| Logan James Burkett |
Lions, Tigers, Fooey and Daisy Camo
Yeah, yeah, I know. I haven’t blogged in ages. So sue me. I offer no excuses. Life is what it is and ya have to do whatcha’
gotta’ do even if some things get put on the back burner—like blogging.
Last December you may recall I
blogged about going to see the Christmas lights and Petco with my four-year old
great nephew, Logan. Last week-end Logan
and I went on another adventure to the Tulsa Zoo. We let PaPa and mom come with us too.
I sat in the back alongside Logan
in his car seat. PaPa and mom sat in
front. PaPa had to drive, but mom gets
car sick, so she gets to ride shotgun.
Logan provided the entertainment signing at the very tip-top of his lungs
to the songs on his IPod. Oh, yes, even
though the kid is only four, he has an IPod and what’s even more astonishing,
he knows how to work the damn thing. I
don’t even know how to turn my cell phone to mute.
Between the 50th or
maybe the 55th time of asking, “are we there yet?” Logan told me the
first thing he wanted to do at the zoo was ride the Camo. Hmm . . .
a Camo?
“Logan,” I asked. “What is a Camo?”
“You know,” he answered in that
little kid tone of voice used when adults are just so annoying. “It’s that thing that doesn’t spit on you.”
“Oh, you mean a Camel.” (I didn’t tell him those things spit like
cornered cats.)
Ten minutes through the zoo gate
and Logan spied the Camos. Of course, I
loved the idea of Logan riding a camel.
PaPa never has. Aunt Ruth never
has. But Logan did. Five dollars to ride a smelly, hairy animal named
Daisy around a small circle one time did seem like a lot to pay, but I forked
the money over anyway because, gee, riding a Camo is a once-in-a-life time experience.
After the Camo ride, it was off
to the reptiles. Oh yippee! The boa, the diamond-back rattler, and I
guess a rat-snake all had the same names according to Logan—Fooey. Why Logan calls all snakes by this name is a
child-mystery, but I love it.
We ate ice-cream, talked to the
parrots, and rode the train. Logan loves
trains. So does PaPa. The day grew hot, but the Tulsa Zoo has
plenty of shade and it wasn’t unbearable, however, my feet were killing
me! I wanted to crawl inside Logan’s
stroller and have PaPa push me around, but my butt is too fat and PaPa would’ve
gotten a hernia, so I sucked it up and kept on truckin’. Logan, on the other hand, ran
everywhere. But, hey, that’s what kids
do at the zoo.
When I got home, I crashed on the
couch and didn’t get up until it was time to go to bed. Before falling asleep, however, I thanked God
for the day. I thanked Him for PaPa,
mom, and me being able to walk so we could take Logan to the zoo. I thanked Him for love of family. I thanked Him for a beautiful day full of
memories that will last lifetime.
And I thanked Him for Fooey the
Snake, and Daisy the Camo.
Thank you Ruth, for taking me on an excursion to the Tulsa Zoo. I saw it just the way I like to enjoy all such trips: virtually, from the monitor screen, and without the crowds of urchins and fragrances of the reptile house.
ReplyDeleteWell, I for one love going to the zoo, especially with crowds of urchins. :) Nobody sees a zoo the way a child does. Now you've got me in the mood, Ruth. Loved your post!
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet post. Loved the pics and the account of y'all's day at the zoo!
ReplyDeleteOh. how fun! I want to go next time! Riding the camos would be a blast. Aren't kids just adorable? Adults would be better people if we weren't adults, don't you think?
ReplyDeleteMy mind is still pretty childlike, the problem is my body has grown old and lazy.
ReplyDeleteWe've got season tickets for Silver Dollar City so this PaPaw will get his share of chasing urchins and buying over-priced treats before the summer is over. But I'm very much looking forward to it.