"Monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey."
There have been monkeys (apes included for good measure) in books, a couple of monkey toys, monkey bars at the hay-nah (playground).
There's a "Monkey!" statue as we enter the bamboo-walled path and excitement builds. At the Gorilla enclosure only one distant head can be spotted, only by the adults.
We walk a bit further. Some fish. Hoo hah!
And then there were monkeys (and variants, but if you want to argue with a 19 month old...): Ba-booons!! Gimmons!! Pi-dah MonKEYS!
More, more, more MONKEYS??!
Look sweetheart, birds... MONKEYS... Kangaroos... MONKEYS... wombats... you know the drill.
Until the LION came up close. Ohhhhh...
And the Sumatran Tiger walked right up and put his face to the glass, inches away. TI-GAHH!
We walked, Bear trundled joyfully, the weather kept an interlocutory injunction on the rain until we left.
After, of course, a final thrilling visit to the orang-utans. Sorry, I mean MONKEYS MONKEYS MONKEYS!!!
A perfect morning. I still smile.
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