However, in all honesty, I can't promise I didn't think it.
Snippet from conversation earlier this week:
Scott, "I think I'll take Friday off from work and we'll go to the zoo. What do you think? It's supposed to be a beautiful day."
Me, "Um, yeah...but it's still Spring Break. Don't you think the zoo will be a madhouse on a *beautiful day*? Maybe you could take off a Tuesday or Thursday in a couple of weeks."
Scott, "Nah, it won't be that bad, let's go Friday."
On Friday, we pack lunches and load the trusty red wagon in the car. Soon we are on our merry way.
A few miles from the zoo, traffic slows way down. WAY down. To. A. Crawl. This does not bode well. As traffic tip toes around toward the entrance we see the steady parade of families, strollers, and coolers on their pilgrimage to see the animals in their not so natural habitats. We take in the sight of several long lines of people waiting to get through the gates. We look a bit farther to view the full parking lots and optimistic cars stalking the lot anyway.
We both contemplate how dedicated we are to this whole Zoo thing. Apparently not that dedicated after all.
I quietly mention to Scott, "Well, it IS Friday of Spring Break. And it IS a beautiful day."
Scott is quiet for a moment, and then replies, "I could take another day off in a few weeks and we can try again."
Ever so sweetly I say, "How about a Tuesday or Thursday?"
There we were back to our ORIGINAL conversation. Sigh.
A. was only slightly disappointed. Once we mentioned a picnic in the park and a round of Putt-Putt, she was so over the Zoo.