Today, as we pulled up to the International Museum of Cultures which I wasn’t sure was going to be cool or lame, our junior high student said, “This looks like a place where you fix cars.” To which I doubled over in laughter and then pulled myself together and told her that it wasn’t and it was going to be fun.
The Museum was fun for everyone…except the five year old. The wax figures of the African king freaked her out. I guess they would freak me out too if I had never seen fake people.
Beth: (To a five year old) What do you want to be when you grow up?
Five year old: A butterfly.