The Squirrelly’s daycare was closed today, so I took the day off work and we went to the Seattle Aquarium. It was fun. The great thing about going to any sort of educational facility in the company of a small child is that you are free to just skip all the boring stuff. No standing around, pretending to appreciate the majestic majesty of some slow-moving critter that looks like a hunk of coral; bring a toddler and it’s nothing but sharks and seals.
And here’s a fun exercise: next time you go to the aquarium bring a flask of watermelon schnapps, and take a drink every time you hear a child shout “Nemo!” You’ll be dead of alcohol poisoning before you reach the otters.
I lifted The Squirrelly up at the hands-on exhibit and he immediately plunged his paw into the water to grab at an anemone. Next to us was a boy of about 10 who was holding his hand apprehensively over the surface of the brine. His father said, “Whattaya scared of? Look at that little baby! That little baby’s reachin’ right on in there!” I should have said, “Yeah, well, this little baby will also reach into his diaper and grab his own feces if we don’t keep him distracted while changing him, so maybe he’s not the best role model, eh?”
They should totally have a day where everyone can bring their cats to the Aquarium to look at the fish and sandpipers. It’s the worst idea I’ve ever had, but the thought of the mayhem makes me smile.
P.S. We just got The Squirrelly’s one-year glamour shots back from the lab.