Smithsonian, again

Last Wednesday we got the opportunity to accompany Daddy on a quick trip to the National Museum of Natural History. Can we ever get enough of that place?



It was me and the boys by ourselves for 2 hours while Daddy met with some people from the archaeology department. I was a little worried that the kids might split on me and make a run for it. We had a two-fold approach for that possibility: first, Daddy put the fear of God in both boys by sitting them down for a stern talk involving the words LOST and I WILL KILL YOUR MOTHER AND THEN YOU and the like. Then, just in case, I wrote their names, our names, and our cell phone numbers on a piece of paper and put one in each of their pockets.

I worried for nothing. The boys and I moved slowly through the dinosaur, animal kingdom, and insect exhibits, taking our time, stopping for snacks, talking about everything. It was great.

When we met up with Daddy, Isaac insisted we visit the "Africa" exhibit (what it's actually called is the Hall of Mammals). Buddy, we tried to tell him, they don't have an exhibit about Africa. "Yes they do," he said, "see, it says right there..."



Dude READ IT. BY HIMSELF.