The day I spent at a crowded children's museum, surrounded by a few hundred happy, boisterous kids.
That was the only day when my own offspring were neither surrounded by their elders' priceless fragile heirlooms, nor being nipped and jumped on by little dogs. (At least the dogs were in an otherwise child-friendly household.)
Gareth decided the museum's train took us to Newfoundland, so he could go hear Great Big Sea play live. He wanted to marry the girl he met in the big 19th century play kitchen. Conrad toddled after, wanting to do whatever his big brother was doing. (They're already flirting with the same girls, though so far they don't seem to have attached their sibling rivalry to that enterprise. Today Gareth declared, "I want to be a daddy with the girl we met at the mall," so I'm trying to be ready for anything.) Gareth tried to name every fish in the aquarium, while Conrad signed fish in ASL again and again. There are plenty of fish in the sea, my loves, and no need to break anything.