I have a dream...

I have a dream, and in it, something eats you.


OK, but really, if you've never seen Martin Luther King, Jr. give the whole "I have a dream" speech, you ought to take a look.





This weekend the Things and I went to the Olympic Sculpture Park
(Untitled Abstract by Thing One)


and did a little art class.
(My New Trike by Thing One)


It was about sculpture
(Brown Men Playing Tennis by Thing Two)


and we all had a marvelous time.

(A Boot Not Meant for Walking by Logo™)

The Aged Ps came with and they wandered through the park while we did our class and then we all went to the model train show at the Pacific Science Center.

Being typical grandparents my mom and dad found the little train whistles the Things were given to decorate (and which they LOVED blowing) to be endearing and essential to childhood, unlike the Things' mother (that would be me in case you lost track), who was pretty sure they were gifts from Satan, directly delivered from the pics of hell and wicked by their very nature, objects that should be discarded immediately and probably smashed to bits first.

We also attended a star show at the Science Center's planetarium. The very nice staff member doing the show asked a lot of questions to involve the audience. She asked if anyone had an idea why Ursa Major had such an unusually long and fluffy tail.
Thing Two suggested in an aside, thankfully only heard by one or two people in our immediate vicinity, that perhaps the bear had shoved a racoon up its butt.
Aaaah, it's wonderful to have such creative and verbal children.