We had fun. We held hands. We ran after dashing two year-olds. We saw monkeys, gorillas, sleeping lions, very tall giraffes. It was great!
At one point, we sat down and had a snack.
I don't care. They were happy.
Of course, when your son carries a fistful of Cheetos, you can expect to be judged a bit.
Unfortunately, we missed nap time. And when you miss nap time, you get this:
In the end, we planted ourselves on a bench, ate Cheetos, drank lemonade, and had this conversation.