Sidamo and I took our first trip to the Denver Zoo today with my friend Sara-lou and the sweet little girl she nannies for. My philosophical/ethical feelings on the zoo are still being formed (I like the conservation aspect, but it's tempered by the clear injustice of forcing polar bears to live in Denver. In August. In other words, in 100-degree heat, pretty darn close to the sun.). But Sidamo seemed to enjoy it, and I guess that counts for something.
Actually, truth be told, he seemed completely underwhelmed when we first got there. He was hanging out in his stroller, leaning back, starting to fade. We were standing maybe 10 feet away from zebras, and he didn't react at all. A Golden Retriever would have elicited more excitement. Hell, the cars in the parking lot each got an individual mention, but the zebras? Eh.
Then I pulled out his animal picture book, which we read about 10 times a day, and pointed out the zebra-zebra connection, and the light bulb went off. From that point forward, he'd flip through the book like a take-out menu and make his requests. We couldn't always honor them (no pigs at the zoo, believe it or not), but at least it kept him engaged.