That’s how Fluffy described what we saw at the National Gallery of Art yesterday.
H: (Pointing at Rodin sculpture) What is that man doing?
H: That’s right. He’s called “The Thinker”.
F: He’s naked. He’s probably thinking what clothes he should put on. You’re not allowed to show your bum and your pwivates.
Most oft repeated question from F: Are we focusing on getting out?
My answer: No. Mommy’s happy here.
The National Gallery of Art is mommy’s museum. I’ll take everyone through endless exhibits of Legos, locomotion and weaponry (snooze), but every once in a while, I get to see me some beautiful things–including my lovely children of course.