After gecko time, RG felt ready for lunch (though I suspect food finicky RG wasn’t much taken with the gecko’s ideas of divine cuisine). She put on her shoes again, gathered her pack, and we walked to the food circus.

On the way in, she looked at the snacks and asked for a package of “Sun Chips.” I said, “Let’s eat the lunch you brought, first.” She ate her sandwich and about half of her yogurt and strawberries in a calm, levelheaded way. Then after I put her leftovers away, she said, “I am still hungry.”

I said, “So now you want some junk food?”

She said, “Sun chips are not junk food.” I thought that was a sensible answer and that she had done what I had asked her to do in a reasonable way, so I gave her enough money to buy herself a package of chips.

The weather was not good, but we walked around some exhibits. RG especially wanted to see the lions, but the lions were not entranced by NW weather and were hiding somewhere out of sight. Eventually we entered an exhibit of exotic ducks that seemed happy enough in the NW rain and wind. A zoo keeper was feeding the ducks and talking to visitors about their ducky African lifestyles. She offered RG some duck food so she could help out with feeding the ducks. RG gravely threw duck food to a variety of ducks.

At that point, we decided to head back home. RG first indicated that she wanted another snack after she got home. Everyone has learned that if RG goes too long without sustenance, she becomes cranky, so we take her requests for snacks with great seriousness, though her snack food plan diet is built like her towers of blocks; ¬†perhaps also suffering from a tendency to tilt and then fall in comparison to the diets shown on “balanced food group,” diets. For that matter, so do my mixed metaphors.

RG then looked at me and said, “I am not going to take a nap” and awaited my reaction with an interested look. I have been aware that RG is carefully analyzing lines of authority. In fact earlier that morning, she had said to me, “Mommy is in charge of this house. Mama is also in charge of this house. And I am also in charge of this house.”

Delving into international relations, she continued: “Grandma is in charge of your house. You are also in charge of your house.” I could see that RG was carefully analyzing how a feminist society will be run. I have also been aware that she is thinking through whether Grandpa really has any authority to tell her what to do. Random Granddaughter may have some genes from Robespierre, Trotsky, Lenin, Castro, or Guevara in her genetic heritage, as she is often staging serious revolts. Although various rebellions against mommies have been brutally suppressed, and she knows better than to take on Grandma, she definitely considers a coup against Grandpa in the realm of possibility.

I have been trying to finesse my way out of an all out war, so I ignored her comment. As we walked on the way out of the zoo, we passed a building. RG said, “Let’s go in there.”

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