For our nephew Brandon’s 2nd birthday, the Romgi and I thought it would be fun to spend a day at the zoo. Brandon is one of the most adorable little boys I know, and usually one of my favorite people to be around. This day at the zoo convinced me that I really, honestly, truly do not like kids.
It seemed like a good idea at the time to go on “Boo at the Zoo” day – the Saturday just before Halloween, when the zoo invites kids to come in costume and get candy at a bunch of different animal exhibits. We managed to find a parking spot after about 10 minutes and then entered the line to buy tickets. Somehow we ended up on the side of the ticket booth that had only one window open, and we stood for about 30-40 minutes slowly inching up towards the ticket window.
Brandon removed his costume after approximately 2.25 minutes in line.
We were almost up to the window, with only a few people ahead of us, when this guy at the front of the line decides that now is a good time to apply for a zoo membership. He spent a good 10 minutes filling out the paperwork. Why didn’t the cashier have him step aside to fill it out? I was really grouchy by that point. Really grouchy.
After that we took Brandon to the gift shop and let him pick out whatever he wanted. Of course, we only directed him towards budget-friendly items, but I’m sure he had fun grabbing things off the shelf. I would.
We did finally make it back to the car, about two and a half hours after we first got in line to buy tickets. Here’s the conclusion I came to: Roni needs more sleep before going on outings. A lot more. The Romgi had a good time, and Brandon apparently did too, and the further we get from the trip the more I think it might have actually been a tiny bit fun.
But I probably won’t be going back anytime soon.
I’ll admit I was skeptical the first time (ok, the first hundred times) the Romgi told me about his idea for “cup pies” – which he described as being “like pies, but in a cup.” I insisted that they would basically be tarts. He said I was wrong. I said he was wrong. And so we never made cup pies.
…Until recently. Remember when we made apple pie at Quimberlee’s? They gave us a huge bag of apples to take home, and the Romgi really wanted to make little cup pies out of them.
Turns out he meant making them in cupcake tins, so they’d be cup-pies instead of cupcakes, and instead of tarts. Which actually seems to mean he was right. Not only that, I now concede that cup pies are a brilliant invention. Perfectly shaped, perfectly sized, they’re adorable, delicious, and fun to give to neighbors. We gave some to one of the other three couples in the duplex (divided into main floor and basement – we’re in the other basement section), and they ended up inviting us over for FHE this week. It was like having friends! …It was so cool!
Also, last week we went up to American Fork to gather walnuts that this lady didn’t want (I think she was allergic, and the tree came with the house). We got tons and tons…and finally got them husked and shelled, then chopped them up to make maple walnut cup pies. Tasty!!
So, the Romgi, this is my public statement that you were right and I was wrong.
Long live the cup pie.