Yesterday my friend, a Corpsmen in the Navy, invited us (myself, Everette and boys) to go with her to the San Diego Zoo. There was this idea that Active Duty military plus their family members would get free admission to the Zoo. We get to the ticket booth, Everette mentions military and waves his hand over the kids and myself, and the gentleman says just show ID at the entry gate. We are so excited as we approach the turnstiles, until the attendant there tells us that Everette gets in free but the children and I must go purchase tickets. Fine. Now, we have already spent several minutes in the line, only to not be admitted to the zoo. At guest relations I plead my case only to be told that the tickets for myself and two of the boys will cost me $82. My heart sinks with disappointment as I think about the cost as well as the amount of time it took to find a parking space in the back-end of the lot. This is the second time that i have come and not been able to go in.
My friend, so giving without hesitation, offers to split the cost. I can handle $40. We get in and realize that we only have a couple of hours before the exhibits close, when I turn to find the two boys viewing a large map of the Zoo, planning our adventure. Already, they have a plan while we adults are still trying to figure out where we are on the map in our hands. We go with the plan of a 4 year old and 8 year old. What fun, as we sea lions, parrots, lizards and snakes. A turtle flipped over on its back that struggles to flip over, and accomplishes that as we all watch on.
We had a wonderful time, and I enjoyed taking pictures with my new camera. Towards the end however, I begin to feel the makings of a cold coming on. This morning I feel it full bore. From the neck up, I feel miserable. I know where this has come from: my 22 month old son, who has had a very leaky nose the past few days. I feel so bad for him, that he has felt so miserable and no one really knew just how he felt.