M is for Museum

"I want to see a Mommy."
These were my son's words to me when he woke up yesterday morning.
"What?" I asked.  "I'm right here."
"No," he said. "I want to see a dead Mommy."
I soon realized that he meant to say mummy and became anxious.  I don't mind his enthusiasm for ancient human remains (in fact I encourage it) but the only Egyptian exhibit that I know of is at the Royal Ontario Museum.  In Toronto.  I considered it.  I even went so far as to visit the ROM's website. Then, I thought of taking the offspring to the big city, without a supporting adult, riding public transit, and herding them, exhausted, through the museum, and my lazy node turned on in my brain.

So I didn't go. I checked my e-mail.  I checked facebook.  I put away some laundry.  I talked on the phone.  I made lunch.  At around 1:30, I got the idea of going to the Children's Museum in Hamilton instead.  I checked their hours.  They close at 3:30.  Forget it, thought I, by the time we got there they'd only have an hour to play.  Then a minute later I thought, I'm going anyway, they'll have a whole hour to play. Besides, there's a park outside.

William had a mini-fit when he realized we weren't going to the "Toronto Museum with the bat cave" but once he was there he and his sister had a good time.  Will's favourite activity was playing with the plastic pipes.  You can velcro them to the wall, in different configurations, and then send a ball through them.  The boy is a natural engineer.  Jadzia wore an ill-fitting fairy princess gown and told everyone how pretty she was.  They both served me a plastic meal at the pretend diner. Before we knew it the museum was closing, so I corralled the offspring out the door.  They played in the park for a half-hour afterwards.  It was such a gorgeous sunny day.

No dead Mommy, but one very tired one.