August 26, 2011
The Zoo Train
By nature, two year-olds are obsessive. Last month, mine was into spatulas and lawn mowers. Now he has moved onto trains.
Fortunately, our local zoo has one. The train is small, red, and makes a loop around the parking lot every ten minutes. It also has exactly 13 seats. I know this because yesterday afternoon, I sat in every single one of them.
"Back again?" the conductor asked with a nervous chuckle after we returned from a brief bathroom break following round #4. When I flashed the guy my season pass, I thought he was going to faint.
"There's more like you than you'd think," he said matter-of-factly.
That made me feel slightly better about abusing the privilege.
After trip #7, I stopped getting off the train. "It's just easier this way," I told the conductor. He looked at Cameron and nodded.
What is it like to spend 2 straight hours on a train made for hobbits?
Think Dante's Inferno for me.
And Paradise for my son.