When we went to D.C. this summer, I insisted we go and visit my favorite painting in the world, which happens to be at the National Gallery of Art on the National Mall. While we were there, we perused the collections, along with our friend Amy and her children.
I thought the day was going amazingly well. We took 6 kids through a museum where you are supposed to be quiet, and I felt like we did a heroic job. The kids even sat on these nice sofas they had in many of the galleries.
After about an hour, Alan whispered emphatically, with the big eyes, “Are you ready to go now? Please.”
“Sure…. C’mon kids, let’s go.”
Once outside, Alan looked like he’d just escaped prison.