The visit to the Children’s Museum was a success after all…in spite of J mocking me, for taking too many photos. And despite the disorientation I experience there…with dozens of little voices shouting “MOM!” with great frequency. Some maternal instinct filters them out, unless they are clearly identified as the cries of my own offspring…but the urgency makes me look nearly every time. My little man wasn’t shouting for me much, though. He was too busy exploring the recently added exhibits.
