By 10 AM he was awake and well-rested, and after watching the View (we'll miss you Rosie!) and brunch (strawberry shortcakes) we decided to gay it up (in the fun-loving sense of the word). And what could be gayer in a fun-loving sense of the word than going to the zoo?
We got to see the monkeys! and polar bears! and penguins! and rhinos! and zebra! and giant tortoises! and fish! and birds! and ostriches! and bison! and all kinds of animals that call for the use of exclamation points.
Unfortunately, there were two schools there on a field trip, and the 7 and 8 year olds running around, making noises, disgruntling the animals, and getting in our way. The little bastards.
They were really on our nerves by the time we got to the lions. Both lions were lounging in the midday April sun (those lazy beasts), the female on top of a boulder, and the male under the tree. As we watched the two from behind the glass, five 8 or 9 year old boys bounded up from behind us and went directly in front, pressing their little snot noses against the window, trying to get a better look, followed by an exasperated father/chaperone who stood in back, arms crossed.
And as we watched, the male lion got up from his resting spot, stretched regally, and walked over to the boulder, jumping on the smaller one and then climbing up to where his mate was relaxing. He readied into position and then mounted her.
As soon as he was in position, a blond boy turned to the chaperone and yelled, "I think he's going to POOP on her!"
Which made the chaperone, Initials and me laugh hysterically while the young boys switched between watching the lion "poop" and at our laughter, not understanding just what was so funny.
Eventually, the chaperone gained his composure, and yelled something about tigers, and the boys ran off.
