I finally managed to harass Bear enough to take a day off of work during the last week of Atti’s school break, so we decided to make a day of it and go to the zoo.
It was our first big expedition with the wheelchair, so as we were buying tickets to get in I asked the cashier about their disability access. He looked at Atti in his chair and said, “Oh! Hang on a second!” and rang us in over again. I never would have thought to ask, but we got a major discount! Atti’s ticket was cheaper, and I got in for almost nothing as a “caretaker” discount. Super A+ Sacramento Zoo!
My duties as caretaker mainly involved pushing the empty chair around while Bear carried Atti everywhere. In his chair he came right up to handrail level, so he was missing out on most of the sights. But with his dad he had a great time looking at the funny, smelly, birds.
But really, all he wanted to do was ride the carousel, which was of course not included in the entry fee. As soon as he saw it, he could not be dissuaded. He didn’t really want to listen to me trying to take a teaching moment to talk about waiting our turn. Instead he just wanted to yell at the people standing in front of us. But I suppose any communication is better than none, right?