Several months ago, my family and I took a trip to the zoo for the three little ones. (But let's be honest, we all like the zoo.) By the gorilla enclosure sits a statue of a gorilla. We gathered around it to take a family photo - Don't ask me why, it seemed like a good idea at the time. We posed, snapped, and started to walk to the train. About 200 yards away from the statue, all of us laughing and talking, someone said "Where's Sam?" "I thought you had him" "Is he back there?" "No, that's Ava." Mind you with eight adults, it's easy to assume someone else has the kid. You know what happens when you assume... So a few of us retraced our steps to the gorilla, and there Sam stood. He was contentedly watching the next family taking photos around the gorilla. (I wonder if they realized what I did months later, after looking at the photo.) Good boy, he's shy enough to not just cling to someone else, but not shy enough to feel no shame in watching other people.
So, Sam is still apart of this family.
And we have a photo of us gathered around a gorilla.
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Maybe he was just amazed at the resemblance the next family had to the gorilla? Heck, I would sit and stare too, if that were the case.
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