Heather and the Art Society kids asked if I wanted to go to the zoo with them. Duh. Of course I do. Because I love Heather and the Art Society and I love walking around in the sunshine on a spring day. We looked at all the animals and imitated the sounds they make and we drew a few of them (naturally we all had our sketch pads) and the kids would hold my hands and tell me about other times they had been there and all the cool things they have seen. It was such a lovely day.
Minus the part about how zoos make me really sad. Sure, these animals don't know what they're missing and I've no doubt that they're loved and taken care of (they all looked healthy, as opposed to a zoo I once went to as a child where all the animals looked clinically depressed) but it's still a bummer to see tigers in a space slightly larger than my apartment. I'm sure something in their wild animal instinct tells them that they're getting a bum deal. I kept imagining the lion thinking, "What's a gazelle and why do I keep dreaming about it?"