We watched them run through the tunnel toward the sunlight and the open field where the giraffes stood like alert statues listening to the wind. The boys yelled like demons on fire, waving their arms and gurgling with laughter. The giraffes blinked. They chewed. One lazily stretched its head toward the sky. The demons weaved through strollers and people staring at their phones. The demons wheeled and turned and came back to us with eyes filled by mischievous delight. I looked at her and smiled. Once, not long ago, I joked about our days here as spending six hours yelling, "WALK!"

But now we are giraffes.