I took the two older kids to the Houston Science Museum because Saturdays are hard. The poor Dude is usually bored out of his mind bad things happen when he is bored. Not too dangerous, although he has recently started drawing on the furniture in Solei's room and the kitchen table - but dangerous enough that his complaining puts him in danger. You parents know what I mean.. you teachers, too... also, any adult. Kids, man.
Anywho, it was our first time and we made a beeline for the dinosaurs, obviously. Remember how insane the Dude was about geography? Dinos are the thing now. As we walked through the hall, he loudly announced which part of the Cretaceous "area" (he can't say era) we were in and freaked me out with his knowledge of dinosaurs - actually, I forgot to share this with y'all, but this was a recent true transcript of a convo I recently had with the him:
Forster: I had a really bad day today.
Forster: I found out everyone in my class is jealous of me.
Me: Jealous? Of what?
Forster: My superior knowledge of dinosaurs.
Yeah, so as we were meandering around, he caught some lovely father pointing out a saber-toothed tiger to his kid, so he stepped in and loudly corrected him that the proper term is smilodon.
I can't even... I just can't take these kids anywhere.