HUMOR
I Accidently Put Myself in Zoo Jail
The dark side of kid-friendly activities
The door slammed shut behind me, rattling the rest of the cage and making me squint at the loud sound.
I pushed forward but the thick gravel under my feet pushed back. Sighing, I lifted the stroller and slid it sideways across the top of the small stones. It skidded too far, hitting the side of the cage and letting out a smaller but still noticeable clang.
“Move aside, Sweetie,” I said to my two-year-old daughter.
She stared blankly at me as the hot sun pounded down on us through the grid pattern above.
“Let me get by you please,” I said as I placed my hand on her back and guided her to the side of the cage.
“Please carry me, Mommy,” she whined.
“Just wait,” I said as my sunglasses threatened to fall off the end of my nose.
I pushed them back into place as I stepped forward to the second cage door and applied pressure. It remained still.
“Mommmmmyyyyy,” my toddler quietly whimpered behind me.
“Ok, ok,” I replied as my fingers wrapped around the door handle and pulled.
