I'm not a present, I'm a boy!

On Sunday we went to the Franklin Park Zoo in Boston with Zack and his mom. Here's a photo of them playing around on the statue of the gorilla. Ethan has been asking to go to the zoo for a while. But it surprised me how little time he wanted to spend actually looking at each animal. Both boys were anxious to see the lions and tigers, and then after looking at the animals for about 14 seconds, they tugged at our hands begging that we take them back to the zoo playground so they could climb on the pretend trains. (?)

The lion was even obligingly roaring quite ferociously while we were there. The boys thought the camels were smelly, and hence hilarious. And the boys found two sticks in the grass that instantly became knives and guns they toted around proudly. But the playground was definitely the most popular attraction of the day.

My birthday was last Friday, and while I was hugging Ethan, I told him that he was the best present I had. He burst out laughing and said, "I'm not a present -- I'm a boy!" as if what I said was the silliest thing he had heard in a while. Well, I guess both of us are right.