Expelled

After a long hiatus because it's frickin' cold in the winter, I signed Britt up for more classes at the zoo. Which thrilled Britt to no end, because the zoo is the most wonderful, fantastical, magical place in the whole wide world.

Our first class was February 28, except that, um, somebody forgot to set the alarm and woke up at the very moment Britt should have been stepping into the classroom. That somebody was very unhappy with herself, first for screwing up something that would have made Britt unbelievably, deliriously happy and, secondly, because that somebody had to break the tragic news to her.

And so, yesterday, somebody got a second chance to make Britt unbelievably, deliriously happy, because that certain somebody had signed her up for a day camp at the zoo. A day camp at which she would get to help mix treats for the animals. Britt had been looking forward to this event for weeks with almost unbearable anticipation.

This special day finally arrived and that certain somebody was up at the crack of dawn to make absolutely certain there would be no oversleeping on this most important of days. And, finally, Britt was safely delivered unto the day camp and that certain somebody was heading off on a rare shopping trip in an attempt to augment her sadly diminished wardrobe.

And then somebody's cell phone rang. But somebody did not recognize the number and so at first ignored it. Then it rang again. This time somebody answered it. And then somebody took the next exit off the highway in order to turn around and go pick up Britt from day camp at the zoo.

Because she had vomited in class and was waiting for me in the office.

I rushed back to the zoo, screeched to a halt in a 15-minute parking space and ran inside, where I found a very forlorn little girl waiting for me. I felt her head, trying to figure out what was wrong, when it suddenly occurred to me. I had taken her to the doctor the day before because she had some boils on her little booty and on her leg, and I had given her a dose of the prescribed antibiotic just before we left the house. On an empty stomach. Because they always serve snacks first thing at zoo classes, I hadn't bothered to give her so much as a piece of toast.

Fail!

As a consolation prize, since she wasn't actually sick sick, I decided to take her to see some animals. She chose to go to the Aquaticus first, so we went and looked at all the fishies and watched the seals for a while, and then we took off toward the playground and the carousel, looking at an anteater and some meercats along the way. Britt rode the carousel twice:



and we had just bought a token for the kiddie train when I suddenly realized I had parked in a 15-minute parking space.

Epic fail!

With visions of tow trucks and parking tickets whirling in my head, I grabbed Britt and made a lung-busting sprint for the parking lot, where I found the car sitting blissfully untowed and unticketed just as I had left it. I then drove a very sad little girl home.

Our next class is Saturday, March 28, aptly entitled "Going Batty." Pray for us.