The exhibit would have been fun if I had had the foresight to get a babysitter for Rocco. So I tucked Rocco under my arm like a screaming football and charged through the downstairs until I found my son standing next to a staffer, looking ready to cry but bravely holding it in. I found my friends, and I found my friends’ kids, but there was no sign of Vincenzo anywhere. So I went to find Vincenzo because we had to get ourselves out of the exhibit and to a nom as quickly or the baby would likely implode. If he owned a leather bullwhip, he surely would have used it on himself during those attempts.īut eventually even Rocco tired of the ramp and was decidedly and unmistakably hungry, and although I was carrying a bag of snacks with me there were signs all over the place warning us NO NOMS ABSOLUTELY NO NOMS I DON’T CARE HOW HUNGRY AND SCREAMY THE BABY IS HE WILL NOT EAT ANY NOMS WHILE HE IS HERE GO SCREW YOURSELF.
Up and down and up and down and up and down we went because anytime I tried to get him into the exhibit there was much screaming and rending of clothes. The dark hallway in between the exhibits. Guess which part of the exhibit was most intriguing to Rocco? Tickets to the Science Center cost three times as much than if I had gone on a different day (and used my discount card). The weather took that opportunity to be freezing and rain sideways on us.
#SMARKY RETAINER NAMES PLUS#
We got there ten minutes early, which didn’t quite cover for the half hour it took to park plus other half hour it took to stand in line to pay for parking plus the other half hour it took to walk to the exhibit and get in. It was the most unfun I think I’ve ever had with my kids. Yesterday a couple friends and I took our kids to see the Star Wars exhibit at the Pacific Science Center.
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