In the ongoing effort to sell our apartment, we had our 1,000th open house and had to find someplace to go for a Sunday afternoon. So we decided to go to the zoo. Again. That zoo membership is starting to pay off.
The previous time Ryan and I had gone to the zoo, the focus of the trip had been our excessive use of public transportation to get there. Naturally, when I told Ryan we would be going to the zoo, the first words out of his mouth were "take the train to the bus to the zoo!" This was his expectation of how the day would unfold, and Stu and I could tell that our logical argument that it would be cheaper and faster to drive there would not be very persuasive.
Then I remembered there's a bus that goes around inside the zoo (the Zoo Shuttle) and could take us to a train inside the zoo (the Wild Asia Monorail). When I explained the new plan, Ryan was delighted. "Take the car to the bus to the train to the zoo!" Close enough, kid, close enough.
We waited on long lines to ride the Bus and the Train, but Ryan didn't seem to mind, because he was determined to ride a train and a bus. Not that he much cared about being on the train - he spent most of the train ride demanding snacks and ignoring rhinos. He cared about fulfilling The Plan.
It has taken me a couple of years to truly be comfortable with a trip to the zoo that has nothing to do with seeing the animals.