Ryan, Zane, and I visited the very awesome Virginia Living Museum recently.
We took Zane to see the turtles, what little boy doesn't like turtles?
"Hummm..."
We took Zane to see the turtles, what little boy doesn't like turtles?
They got a lukewarm reception at best. What about dinosaurs? Boys like dinosaurs! Especially T-Rex!
Nope. Not interested. So we handed Zane the map and let him choose his own adventure.
"Hummm..."
"Hey Daddy!"
"I want to go here."
"He he."
"What's over there?
"Dead things!!! Dead things I can play with!!!"*
This looks neat.
"Heya fisy."
"Over here."
"This. I want to see this."
"Cool." (At least I was in the right genus with the dinosaurs and turtles.)
I was ready for him to crash at any second, but he didn't stop or slow down once. At the end of the afternoon Ryan and I were so tired from running behind him that we wrestled him into the carrier just to get a break. He didn't argue, much.
My little critter is growing up.
*They were actually dead things. Taxidermied tails and pelts from raccoons and opossums and such. Aren't we the most awesomest parents EVAR?