I actually went to the zoo today. With my two great nephews (14 months and three years) and my niece and her husband. A numerical advantage is good when dealing with kids.

Life seemed kind of like a zoo, too. In order to go to the zoo in one car (my niece's only had room for two adults and our van only had three seats total in it because of the stuff we hauled), we had to put the kid's seats in my sister's van. With kids you have to take all this gear. We took some food. Supplemented with just a couple of drinks, we had a big day at the zoo for a few bucks. (My niece belongs to the zoo and got us in free and we spent a little on some tickets for the train. My niece had a ticket for the carrousel and Jack got a ride, but Jeffy had to look on and he did it with great attention as you see, looking like a little solemn zoo animal himself.

The kids are dozing, of course, when they take me home so my niece just takes her dad's van home to return it later. Some ex-neighbors are bringing dinner for all of us. They scored all this food at Marie Callendars and brought their grown kids. The house was a zoo with big kids, little kids, food, my sister with her broken leg.

Yep, sometimes life is a zoo. Most of the time, let's say. And sometimes you go to the zoo, too. And see soem strange critters. On both sides of the bars.