On Friday, armed with only a wooden spoon and the threat of Going Home Immediately if anyone misbehaved, I took 4 six year olds to the museum on my own. Four rather exuberant six year olds. (None of them are the shy retiring types). It went surprisingly well. It helped that as we arrived the chap at the front desk played along with me. I asked him in a stern voice what the rules of the museum were and in response he pointed at the CCTV camera saying "No running, no screaming and remember... there are cameras everywhere watching..." All four kids nodded and looked suitably tamed.
The kids were SO excited, they love the museum. There is a very fun / very scary dinosaur section which is a huge hit.
I only had to remind them about 17 times not to run or shout, which is quite good considering. I am quite proud of them for all being so well behaved and I am even more proud of myself for surviving it all.
After the museum we went to the Company Gardens to feed the squirrels, but that was cut short by the extremely aggressive, persistent pigeons who swarmed around us every time we stuck our hand in the packet of peanuts.
Kate decided that she would photograph the outing, a job she took VERY seriously, stopping to photograph Every.Single.Display. Some pictures came out ok, most came out not so ok. I will spare you the 100s that fall in the latter category.
Kate not yet mastering the art of the automatic flash: Adam at the dinosaur exhibit. He has this cool new party trick where he can stick his tongue through his teeth when the teeth are pressed shut. Passion gap FTW!
One that I took. Please note how happy Kate is to be hugged. She is a non-hugger, just like her mother.