On Sunday, we went to the zoo. But this was no ordinary trip to the zoo. We were on a mission. A mission to see the zebras.
And so, seven grown adults trudged into the concrete pseudo-jungles with complete disregard for the fact that our fearless leader was a two-year-old.
The wind was fierce that day, but our commander urged us on. From her stroller, she selected who would push her with just the point of a finger and her Uncle Sam-like slogan, "I want you to push me!" Her pusher was then driven by her shouts of "hurry up, hurry up!" as she rocked back and forth in an attempt to propel the vehicle forward.
Nothing could distract her from the mission at hand. Not monkeys, not elephants, not parrots, or rhinos. Even the lions could not curb her longing. Her longing to see the zebras. She only allowed her weary followers some solace with breaks for waterfalls, wading pools, corn dogs, slides, and trains.
Just as it seemed that all hope was lost, they appeared in the distance. "Could it be? No, surely it is a mirage..." But there they stood. Zebras.
Heat exhaustion was forgotten and footsteps quickened as the target was approached. "Look! Zebras!" we called out. From the corners of our eyes we watched with bated breath for our little leader's reaction.
Upon mere seconds of gazing at the fruit of her labors, she said the only thing that she could. The only thing that a woman can say after getting exactly what she wants...
"I want to see the gorillas!"