Jack & I, along with 8 trillion LA school students, visited the Natural History Museum a couple of weeks ago. The buses lined up outside could have filled a football stadium. My pre-mom self would have turned around and gone home or at least to a Starbucks to wait it out. But I had talked up the dinosaur museum to Jack that morning, in part to get him put his clothes on without a fight. So we had to go.
He didn’t mind all the kids at all. And we found one sanctuary – the Discover Center in the basement, where groups have to have a reservation and regular paying folks can sashay right in. So we spent a good hour there looking at fossils, snakes, spiders, and turtles, and reading books about fossils, snakes, spiders, and turtles. We didn’t even try to see the Dinosaur show since the entryway to it was packed. But we did take a quick tour of the “salt marsh” and the “rain forest”, which were pretty cool.
What did Jack talk most about after our visit? The turtle eating lettuce, and the wagons and stagecoaches on display in the California history section. Wheels still trump giant prehistoric creatures for this kid.
