Monday I took the boys to the newly opened and newly remodeled Museum of American History. After the fact I was approached by someone who casually remarked how brave I was to venture downtown with my two little hellions (my words, not hers) alone. At first I was flattered by this compliment but then I remembered that I venture out alone with my children because one, I have no friends, and two I 'm stupid. Yes, you all have my permission to feel very sorry for me, so sorry that you all come visit. 
Anyway, the museum was great. It is full of lots of hands on activities for kids, therefore we only saw about half of it on Monday. The boys were so engrossed in the children's activities I didn't dare pry them away to view the First Ladies' dresses, Lincoln's death mask, or Dorothy's ruby slippers. Maybe another time. We only experienced a few traumatic moments. First, Nash took his pants off. Not only was he half naked he also mysteriously hid his pants, but I eventually found them. Then when we stopped for lunch he spilled a glass of milk all over himself and then proceeded to grab Atley's drink and pour it into the heater vent. When the milk made a sizzling sound Atley of course attempted the same maneuver but was stopped short by his maniacal mother. Finally, when viewing the transportation part of the museum, one of the big locomotives on display whistled a little too loudly for Nash's taste and he took off like Carl Lewis for the exit. This was our cue that our day at the museum had come to an end. I suspect the curators were happy to see us go!
