Tuesday, November 13, 2007

to the Museum

It's a cold and bitter Saturday, what better to do than take our toddler to the
Museum, see the bones of old turtles, ferocious monsters, over sized birds that want to snag and eat young children. Well, my parents were the only ones to think this is fun, the museum was overflowing. My dad waited on line, while my mom and me sat on a nice bench, for 20 minutes. I don't know, they should have enough money to light the rooms, but many are dark. I let my parents know I didn't like being led into a hall of darkness with whales, fish and cavemen. They seemed shocked, and dismayed.
Fortunately we made it to Arties for snacks.

It's not easy being a dad. I thought going to the museum was like a magic gift I was giving my wife and child. Really, it was liked putting myself through hell just so I could sit in on my couch and say to myself. "I made it thought hell. My wife and child were not in awe of what I'd accomplished, the taxi ride, the coat check in, the diaper bag packing, the carrying the baby. This is why back is so sore. I was just doing what I was supposed to do, you know.

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