- Taking your kids to the Atlanta Zoo during spring break is a bad idea. Especially when you get there at 11AM. Because there will be NO PARKING!
- It is pretty much guaranteed that when you have driven all the way to Atlanta and sat in traffic waiting for non-existent zoo parking to materialize, that your youngest will wet himself and that you will be bent like a pretzel in your minivan, in a BP parking lot, attempting to change his diaper and clothes. And trying really hard not to cuss.
- After promising your kids a visit to the zoo and then reneging there will be fussing. Until you promise to immediately drive them to Monkey Joe's for 90 minutes of inflatable slide goodness. Is it bad I want my 38th birthday party there?
- Watching your precious under-4 toddlers is nerve-wracking when you watch them getting bounced around and plowed into by bigger, older kids who aren't paying attention to their surroundings. It's also a lesson in control as you attempt to not strangle said bigger, older kids.
- Rough-housing on inflatable slides guarantees a 3-hour afternoon kid nap. Ah, bliss.
- Rough-housing on inflatable slides guarantees three fussy kids after said 3-hour afternoon nap. Go figure.
- The best thing about a random day at Monkey Joe's? Ending it with some Gil Gerard and Buck Rogers. Meow. Damn that Princess Ardala could prowl.
*DAMN but I love my thesaurus.