How To Win Friends & Influence People: Jr. Edition

We visited our favorite museum last week.

Hands on! in Hendersonville.

Thanks to my sweet dad our family can visit that wonderland any day we choose this year with our handy-dandy museum membership.

(That sounded trite.  It wasn’t.  I seriously am so thankful for that gift and so thankful for the museum and I wish someone was paying me to say this stuff, but they so aren’t.)

As I was saying . . .

We played at the museum.

I took a lot of photos using a new technique Page showed me the last time he and his family were visiting.

Fox discovered paints and felt it was perfectly acceptable behavior to paint on anyone’s paper near his brush.  It was not acceptable behavior.  Those kids were strangers.  Small strangers who did not desire to have their artwork altered by another small stranger.

London had a near-breakdown about the fashionable-factor of the t-shirt she had been happily wearing all morning.

Mosely gathered a bunch of books together and sat in a huge dentist’s chair to look through them all.

Finn flitted from activity to activity but landed for the longest time at the cafe where she served me endless wooden cups of wooden balls and dangerously stuck her hand in the wooden blender.

And Bergen?

Well, Bergen made a new friend.  They played together contentedly at the Lego racetrack for almost an hour.

His apparently-quite-successful-new-friend-opening-conversation went exactly like this:

Bergen: What’s your name?

Boy: Dante.

Bergen: Oh. My name is Hawkeye.

Boy: That’s an unusual, I mean,  that’s an epic name.

[I think the boy might have been nine years old.  Yes, he really said “epic”.]

Bergen: It’s because I like hawks.

Boy: Oh.  Okay.

Bergen: I also have a hungry, hungry sharks book.  Will you build me a Lego car with three wheels?