Today we took Jack to the Children's Museum. I took pictures, and like my other semi-empty promises of the same, I'll post them later. There were about one thousand other kids there. Seems half of the other parents of children seven and under in Boston had the same idea: no school? no work? too cold to be outside? How about an indoor outing to the children's museum?
Jack had a wonderful time; he had no problem blending into the madness. He loved playing with the boats in the water, was star-struck by the Arthur exhibit and climbed the fake rocks (over and over) in the climbing room.
The highlight for me came when Jack mimicked my "wow" at the "Boston Black" murals (yeah, they call it like it is). After the second "woooww," Ed thought he'd see if Jack would mimic him. Ed turned around and said, "Go Irish." Jack said, "GO" and then something that could have been "irish" (sounded like i-ish). That was Ed's highlight, of course.
On the way home, I asked Ed what he would tell Jack when Jack asked him why he was a Notre Dame fan. I mean, Ed is Irish and he is catholic, but he nor any of his family attend/have attended the college. Most people are fans of sports teams that they've been connected to geographically, no? It's one of those mysteries we experience with spouses probably best left unexplained. Anyway, Ed's answer was, "The Irish are fucking great." Okay, so Jack's going to be four and someone's going to ask him why he likes the Irish and he's going to say "they're fucking great." I guess it keeps the asker from probing for more specifics.
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