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You are here: Home / Daily Life / You Will Love Me

You Will Love Me

January 18, 2011 by Dr. V

Since we had the day off yesterday, I schlepped the kids to our local Safari Park for a little walk on the wild side. If you know anything about San Diego, you’ve probably heard about the World Famous San Diego Zoo (and that is how it refers to itself, the World Famous San Diego Zoo- there’s confidence!) but you might not have heard about its wallflower sibling, the San Diego Wild Animal Park/Safari Park/whatever it’s being called these days.

Aside from its location in an often sweltering inland valley, which makes sense since it is supposed to approximate an actual African savannah, the Wild Animal Park is my favorite of the two parks. Its central feature is a huge open space populated by herds of wild beasties, which you circle around in a giant tram and admire from afar while the driver tells you interesting facts about their biology. It’s a science nerd dream come true.

Alas, your average tourist is not a science nerd and demands a bit more flash and pizazz to compete with Legoland and Sea World, so in order to stay competitive our little Wild Animal Park had to change several things:

  • Rebranding itself as the Safari Park, because while wild animals are nuisances, safaris are exotic.
  • Add a zipline (if you’ve watched Sister Wives, not that I have, but if you caught the promos or anything on your way to the BBC channel, this is where the guy took wife number 4 on their honeymoon, and they did this.)
  • Add a hot air balloon
  • Add a SpongeBob motion simulator ride (how this fits in to the theme is beyond me)

All of which you get charged up the wazoo for, of course, on top of the park entry fee.

So I take the children, thinking that despite the Tyrannosaur debacle at the Natural History Museum there must be some form of genetic imprinting whereby they like the wild beasts, only to have my daughter sullenly stare at the back of the seat in front of her for the entire tram ride while my son picked his nose.

We were passing by critically endangered rhinos, magnificent creatures all, and the most I could get was a non committal “eh” when I asked them if this wasn’t so, so cool.

They did, however, love the SpongeBob motion simulator.

On the way out, I forced- yes, forced- them to pass by the gorilla exhibit. As my “I only care about your well being” and “I really think you’re out of your dang mind” husband nixed my suggestion of a 10th anniversary trip to the Virunga National Park to see the gorillas in their natural habitat, this is the closest my inner primatologist gets and I need to take advantage of it.

They were whining, as it was towards the end of the day, and 4 year olds can get that way.

“You better be good,” I told my son, “Or I’ll leave you here with the gorilllas.”

He studied me sideways, assessing my seriousness before deciding I was teasing, and decided that he did not want to stay with the gorillas.

“Why not?” I asked. “They have it made. No school. No clothes. You just hang out and- look! That person is tossing them tomatoes! Your favorite!” We watched the gorillas expertly grab the flying tomatoes as they passed overhead. “This is the life. You sure you don’t want to stay?”

Then I saw a female approach from the north end, slowly and heavily. She was very pregnant. “Check it out!” I said. “That gorilla’s going to be a mom! She’s pregnant! Isn’t that amazing?”

“How do they get the gorilla out?” my daughter asked.

“She gets it out herself,” my mother vaguely offered, while I went for the old “Well, time to go kids! Off we go!” and then we left.

On the way home, I debriefed them. “What was your favorite part?” I asked, forgetting to tell them the SpongeBob ride didn’t count towards their answer.

“SpongeBob!” my son predictably answered.

My daughter smiled, then said, “the pregnant gorilla.”

Maybe there’s some hope for them after all.

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Filed Under: Daily Life, Mother of the Year, Musings Tagged With: parenting

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  1. Lisa W says

    January 18, 2011 at 6:06 am

    I’m probably older than you but would you adopt me anyway?! FWIW, I think you’re the coolest mom!

  2. jenny says

    January 18, 2011 at 6:31 am

    My daughter asked me on Sunday (during Mass, mind you) how the baby was going to get out of my tummy. I put it off, because hello, during Mass, but I fully plan on letting her know the basics. Which means she’ll likely tell everyone at her Catholic school and all the relatives that babies either have to come out of the vagina or they have to be surgically extracted. I’m sure that’ll go over quite well, but at least everyone already knows that I’m a bit odd. πŸ˜‰ My kids call things by their proper names anyways, so no made up names to have to work my way around – everything sounds very medical. πŸ˜‰

  3. Marcie (Goldenmama) Rezeau says

    January 18, 2011 at 9:16 am

    If anyone has had kids, they understand those “nice” events that we parents drag the little ones (or bigger ones) to for them to find immense enjoyment in looking at the back of the next seat or…picking their nose. Take the pups next trip; they’ll at least enjoy with a few enthusiastic barks. I’m glad you enjoyed!!

    • Dr. V says

      January 19, 2011 at 8:13 pm

      Brody would adore the park. Absolutely!

  4. Carol's Critter Corner says

    January 18, 2011 at 1:48 pm

    I would love to go to the park. I’ll go with you next time, no I’m not a stalker! I have been to the zoo and it was fab. Loved the meerkats the best, so cute and the polar bears.

    • Dr. V says

      January 19, 2011 at 8:10 pm

      That would be fun! We should organize an Animal Lover Meetup there sometime.

  5. Hawk aka BrownDog says

    January 19, 2011 at 12:57 pm

    Had to chuckle at the explanations and lack of to the question of how babies “get out”.

    In my day the answer was the doctor gets it out. That kind of answer satisfied kids in those days.

    I grew up on a farm, so I knew the vet came when the mare’s foaled. I was a teenager before I was allowed to see horses breed or the mares actually foal. For such events they put the cattle in the fields farthest from the house. . I was given chores around the house and kept away from the barn on such days.

    How times have changed.

    BrownDog’s Momma

    • Dr. V says

      January 19, 2011 at 8:11 pm

      I need to bite the bullet and just get it over with, but I was brought up in a very Victorian household, so it’s hard. Remind me sometime to tell you all the story of the belly button debacle.

  6. Helen Woodward Animal Center says

    January 19, 2011 at 4:29 pm

    If it’s any consolation, Dr. V, my dad faithfully took me to the Wild Animal Park every Wednesday during summer vacation when I was a kid. (We had one of those year pass thingies.) When I got older, we also got a SeaWorld pass which seemed SOOOO much cooler at the time. I would usually opt for SeaWorld on those Wednesday trips when I had the chance. He would always say ‘Wild Animal Park…’ but now… when I want to be with my dad (he passed away 5 years ago) I go to the Wild Animal Park. And will just sit in the cacti gardens for hours.

    I don’t even own a SeaWorld pass.

    So have faith, Dr. V… I promise you they will remember. πŸ™‚

    • Dr. V says

      January 19, 2011 at 8:12 pm

      Aw, I love that story. ((( )))

  7. Helen Woodward Animal Center says

    January 20, 2011 at 9:12 am

    That was Marcie by the way. Doh. Forgot to sign it. *sigh*

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