In our continuing effort to expose these children to all different experiences, we decided to make the trip to the San Diego Zoo’s Wild Animal Park. Apparently they are in the process of rebranding/renaming the park Safari Park, which actually makes more sense.
We figured the weather in OC was relatively cool (70s) so we would not roast. We were horribly wrong. It was in the 90s and extremely hot.
Of course the Little People both fell asleep in the car on the way down (mostly due to the forced dose of Dramamine for H and C naturally had to have one too, since her brother can’t get something and leave her out, even where medicine is concerned).
The nap in the car was not nearly long enough for Our Young Lady of Perpetual Insomnia, which rendered her crabby and anti-everything for the rest of the day.
We forged ahead.
Here is the photographic proof that Mr. Smith and I tried to do something nice for our children. They weren’t thrilled with it, but at least we made the effort, right?
We came, we saw, and that place kicked our asses.