I love the zoo. Monkeys, primates, chimps, whatever it is you want to call them, I just love anything that can nonchalantly scratch its own bare bum whilst swinging through the trees. My favourite stop-off is the chimpanzee enclosure. Co-incidentally it is also my son’s favourite.
He can be fast asleep in the buggy and then spring to life the moment we enter the chimp house. He squeals with excitement, bangs the windows and just generally shows everyone else in there how close he resembles the objects of his delight. It is priceless to see his face light up and for him to share my fascination. Well it’s not exactly priceless as we have forked out for an annual family pass but you get my general point.
However, why do I always giggle and announce excitedly the naughty things they get up to? “Look it is having a poo”, “oh my god it’s got its widgy out”, “yuck it has eaten its own poo”, “it’s having a good scratch of that one’s bum” etc etc. On our last visit one was getting very amorous with another one. To my husbands embarrassment I couldn’t contain myself. I shall spare you the details but needless to say I have no filter.
At what point am I going to stop this lifelong habit and react in an adult manner to their antics? My guess is that I have about another 12 months before I hear Harry say the words “why is he doing that Mummy”. I hope to god I am sorted by then. The clock is ticking!
Harry’s Honest Mummy x