So, I took the kids to the Boston Museum of Science last weekend, a trip that I have wanted to make for months because they have some excellent exhibits right now (Shipwrecks and Treasure, Mammoths and Mastodons, and another one I can’t recall). Anyway we got there at 1 pm and parked on the roof as usual (it is always easy to find a parking spot there). And we had a great time for the next four hours. (When I asked Scott later what his favorite part of the visit had been he said “the pictures” (which we had taken in the photo booth) and the “spinny door” (i.e. the revolving door)).

Anyway, this was the first time that we left at closing. Coincidentally, it was also the first time we left without me carrying a screaming child over my shoulder. Hmmm. Anyway, I began to worry as we stood in a looooooonnnnng line to pay for parking. We finally got to the car a little after 5 and that’s where we sat. For the next hour. Apparently, all four floors underneath us emptied out before we could leave the 5th floor. Had I know this I might have planned differently. Like maybe brought some snacks, or a bathroom, or come alone. Or possibly have parked on a lower floor, whatever. At about the 30 minute mark Kelly started crying and Scott started angrily saying this from the backseat:

“That’s it.

I’m never coming here again.

No more fun.

No more playing.

No more museums.

Ever again.”

When we finally started rolling toward the exit he quietly conceded to himself, “Ok, maybe some fun, but that’s all.”