Even though our home is no longer in the big city, Little Man and I have "city days" often. One of his favorite places to adventure on those days is the aquarium.
We spend most of our time in one of several large rooms with floor to ceiling tanks. Little Man presses his nose against the glass as all sorts of sea creatures swim right past him. He doesn't know to be scared or overwhelmed when a fish twice his size or--gulp--a shark goes passing by, eyeing him from the water. He just grins and waves at them and looks at me as if to say, "Mama! They come to see me!"
But his favorite by far are the sea otters, and we visit them multiple times on each of our visits. I park the stroller against the wall and lift my squirmy little boy up, where he grasps the railing and squeals with delight as the otters glide through the water, playing tag with each other. The mama otter, who is bigger than all the others, seems to love Little Man as much as he loves them--she always comes to visit him at the window and does flips and spins while he watches. It's a sweet little crush that occurs every time we visit, and while I can't explain it, I love watching it.
We visit th penguins and the beluga whales (my favorites) and we peer at the rays, starfish and crabs in the touch pools. We are not brave enough to dip our hands in the water for the "two finger touch" of the animals yet, but I'm sure one day this will be my intrepid little explorer's favorite exhibit.
Until then, I'm content to watch the otters.
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