That Mom Look

I am going to the zoo again I must take another look at that ostrich What is it about her? I ask my sister. You know that look Mom used to give us in church? The look of disgust? She nods The ostrich has it down. I stare at her. We both break out laughing. We laugh so hard we go into silent mode. Our daughters roll their eyes and leave. The identical twin silent laugh. It freaks them both out every time. I’ll get my coat. I want to see it, I say. This is the beginning of many Saturdays in the bird section of the zoo.