On Saturday, the natural history museum was holding its annual reptile and amphibian fair, so we followed this Jurassic jeep downtown to the see the snakes. Both kids enjoyed the hands-on exhibits, and Alice even got her first face painting done.
You can't really see it, but in the picture above, with Simon squatting in the dinosaur footprint, he's doing his version of the one of the crafts, and is coloring on a tongue depressor with a yellow marker. When it was time to go, we said bye-bye to the yellow marker, but Simon was unprepared to part with his beloved marker, and kicked and screamed and threw a tantrum the whole way out of the museum--which consisted of an escalator ride, walking over a pedestrian bridge, down a flight of stairs, out into the courtyard, up a flight of stairs to the parking garage--and only then did he stop screaming and flailing for a few minutes. But I feel like I got another parenting merit badge today, because you haven't really parented until you've had to carry a kicking and screaming child through a public place. We're fortunate to have such good-natured (and well-managed) kids that this is a relatively rare occurrence in our life.
