My kid loves it when I go. And as I discovered today, it's so he can get in more time to hang on me and whine. Yea, that's fun.
I noticed as we arrived at the Natural History museum, that a mom was toting cupcakes share for her daughter's birthday. Okay, that could be some motivation to get me through the museum with 20, three to five year olds. As we were guided by our 90 year old docent who actually wanted the kids to be quiet and listen, my mind kept wandering to the cupcakes.
JarBear enjoyed the museum and we both tolerated the smell of old, dead, dusty animal fur.
"Mommy it smells funny and hurts my eyes." (we are still working on differentiating our five senses).
JarBear finding Nemo from the inside out.
Looking at old, dead, stinky fur animals.
After 1 1/2 hours of enlightenment we walked to the adjacent park. Cupcake time! The kids were sitting at two different picnic tables where cupcakes were handed out along with napkins and water. All of the kids were served and there were almost a dozen leftover. There they sat and not one mom partook. Seriously? You can't tell me I am the only one who wanted a cupcake. It was 11:00 am and I was starving. If I had been home I would have been on snack #4 by now. All the mom's stood around and pretended to enjoy watching their kids devour their treats. JarBear was licking his like a lollipop. I wandered nonchalantly to the end of the table with the leftover cupcakes. I just knew any second there would be a mad dash for them and I wanted to be the first one in line.
The mom who brought the cupcakes started gathering them up in a box. Really? Are we all pretending to be on diets? I heard her say something about saving them for the afternoon class. My stomach was growling and I was denied a cupcake.
I blame her for my stop at the Sonic drive-thru window on the way home. I blame her for the mouthfuls of frozen cookie dough since I've been home. This could have all been easily avoided with one cupcake.
JarBear enjoying his cupcake. Whatever.