More zoo experience today.

Liliana races from habitat to habitat–exclaiming, pointing, babbling.

If I could only bottle up her joy and exuberance, I’d be able to solve all the world’s problems in one hour flat (or at least feel like I could).

“No home, Mama,” she says.

But you don’t understand, my dear girl.  Mama can take only so much excitement in one day.  She’s not a young’un anymore.

Mama thrives on trickles of happiness, not gullywashers.