"WOW! Tyrannosaurus!" he'd say. We got him identifying and pronouncing trilobytes and cephalopods, too. The fun was cut short when he tripped on some grownup's shoe and smacked his forehead into a low rail. We made a pass through the gift shop (bought a fuzzy doll for Raley) and left.
Didn't do a lick of O'Reilly work today, and I feel good about that.
We leave on Monday for New Zealand. We should probably start packing. Or at least deciding what we're going to bring. Instead, I'm writing this journal entry while Jenine registers the kids (via the web) for a local charter school. We are not registering for the school whose web page spells "strictly" as "stricly". I nearly blew a fuse today when I saw an obviously very expensive sign at the museum with "it's" instead of "its".
This school's a little dictatorial. My favourite so far is "an object that has a purpose other than jewelry cannot be warn as jewelry (i.e., animal chains or collars)". I note with a frump that that "i.e." should be "e.g." unless they're suggesting those are the only two items that may not be worn as jewelry.
Oh no wait, new favourite. " Pants may not be excessively tight—may not show any descriptive lines of the body." There goes my goal of having my 5-year old daughter dress like a whore.
Hang on: "Clothing and jewelry must be gender appropriate". How many 6 year old boys really want to wear women's clothes? And are they going to send my daughter home if I dress her in pants?
I feel such a dork enrolling my children here, but I kinda like the idea of them being the liberal hippies at a fascist right-wing school whose principles include "Today we resemble those confused, scrofulous hippies of the late 1960s". The alternative is that we send them to some pot-smoking daycare degree mill where they fornicate and learn to jack cars.
Hmm. Bring a coed and a BMW home for Daddy, William!