Matthew and I are trying this new fad called uh, jogging. I believe it's jogging or yogging. It might be a soft j. I'm not sure but apparently you just run for an extended period of time. It's supposed to be wild (-- Anchorman quote).
The jogging stroller is stored in the part of the basement with Matthew’s sled and other out of use items. It hasn’t been used since spring and I have to wipe the cobwebs off and pop on the front wheel before we are ready to go. We set out to loop the neighborhood in a walk/run combination. It’s early in the morning and a fresh chill of air blows freckled red, green, and yellow leaves from the trees. Matthew claps and cheers whenever we speed up.
On our third time around the block we round a corner and the front stroller wheel pops off. The stroller and I collide. Some neighbors of ours nod at me as they pass and in an attempt to save face I jog the rest of the way home despite the scrapes and new bruises already forming on my legs.
It’s your day to do whatever you please. You may explore the Children’s Museum at your snail like pace and I promise not to wipe your hands down with hand sanitizer in between exhibits. Oh look a windowsill to sit on near the ticket line. You could very well spend another ten more minutes sitting on it but didn’t you want to see what was inside the museum? Oh you don’t?
Now we have made it inside the museum and are looking at the first exhibit of turtles. Sort of like the kind you would see in the pet store. Do you remember the last time you were here and you couldn’t even walk yet? Speaking of walking..
Ah the construction zone. A little boy’s dream room of car tracks, dress up construction clothes, hard hats, and a tunnel that looks like a bunch of tires. There you go crawling through the tunnel! Look at you collecting ramps and bridges for the cars to drive over. You want to sit in the front loader? Sure! Whatever that is!
That sure looks as exciting as the windowsill was to sit in. Did you know this museum has three floors?
Playing the Pan at Boston Black.. A City Connects. Petting a real-to-you Water Buffalo at the Japanese House. Sitting in a car with a surprised look on your face at the working radio in the Playspace. Coloring on an easel in the Art Gallery. Filling your shopping basket with limes, lemons, eggs, and potatoes at the pretend grocery store. Moving around the giant chess pieces at The Common. Playing the tubes just like Blue Man Group in the airplay exhibit.
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Cheerfully splashing in a water puddle under a Caution Wet Floor sign in a room full of toy boats and water.
Out comes the travel sized Purell from my pocket. There was human hair in the puddle. ” You give me one of your happiest smiles, softening my germ phobic heart. “Would you like to go see the turtles again instead?”
You would be delighted to.
