Thursday, March 19, 2009

Museum Torture

The kids and I are spending the day together today.
"Let's go to a museum!" I chirp.
"OH, GOD! THE MUSEUM!" the moan. Because apparently "museum" is kidspeak for "labor camp".
After high level negotiations, complete with AIG-executive level incentives, we agree to go to the Guggenheim. Only wrinkle is that it's closed today.
Negotiations resume, but are aborted when I say "WE'RE GOING TO THE MET AND THAT'S FINAL!"
Pouting. Moaning. Gnashing of teeth.

HELP ME GET THROUGH THIS DAY OF FAMILY FUN.

3 comments:

Deb said...

Can you go out to lunch and have a few glasses of wine? That might help.

michelle said...

Because, you know, living in NYc and having all this culture and exposure, its going to kill them. right.

Jozet at Halushki said...

Oh absolutely.

Bring them to the middle of noweheres-ville and see what fun there is to be had. I mean, without getting ticks. It's pretty thin scrapings.