Monday, May 21, 2012

On a Norman Rockwell painting

Today, our family decides to go to the zoo. Grandma sits in the back, Mother and Father sit up front, and in Lucas's lap, Woofster barks in tune to Robin's yells of "We're going to the zoo!" I, as always, have to sit in the middle with Lucas, but today I don't care. I blow huge pink sticky bubbles, which pop when Lucas leans across me, looks out the window, and yells "We're here!" We get out, and see giraffes, elephants, lions, tigers, monkeys, and zebras until 4:00. Then, finally, Mother yawns "Time to go!" Everyone piles back into the car, and Grandma looks on the verge of sleep. Father is so tired he almost crashes the car 3 times, and the boys are looking glazed. My bubbles are growing smaller and smaller, and finally I fall asleep and Woofster jumps into my lap.

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