MAX to ZooDooLand

The Oregon Zoo tosses a bone to the po' folk on occasion, hosting a $2 Tuesday once each month. Seeing as I'd been cooped up in the house for way too long, I convinced Young Old and Aunt T to accompany me to gawk at some caged critters. As we headed west on the MAX towards the Rose Garden stop, I became increasingly excited about exposing Young Old to some animals of the non-stuffed variety for the first time (Frisco the Cat just doesn't count...she sleeps under the bed 98.7% of the day). The excitement was well warranted once we stepped foot into the Northwest habitat segment; Young Old couldn't take his eyes off the big black bear, the lazy cougars, and the obese salmon, cooing and waving his arms with unbridled joy. However, about 30 minutes into the excursion Young Old burst into tears, driving us into the nearby restaurant for a diaper change and a bottle, after which he fell fast asleep, not to awake until we had checked out the rest of the zoo and were well on our way home. Oh well, I guess you just can't hold onto expectations. Don't worry, Young Old, we'll be making a return trip soon.

A few pictures from the trip:

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