Yesterday morning Husband was kind enough to take all three shorties to the Please Touch Museum in Philly. (Which Mamaw refers to as the Please Touch Me Museum, which is another place entirely. In another part of town. On the other side of the tracks.)
If you have never been to the Please Touch Museum, you should go because it is fantastic. If you live in South Jersey, get the Family Gold membership ($120) at the Garden State Discovery Museum (also an awesome kids place if you haven’t been) which gets you into Please Touch and a zillion other cool museums nation-wide. It’s $30 cheaper than getting a membership at Please Touch alone. All you will be missing is free parking. Finding convenient, free parking on the street at Please Touch is not a problem unless you go there on a really busy day. Personally, I would poke myself in the eye with a sharp stick before I would go there on a really busy day and then paying for parking wouldn’t be my biggest issue anyway, now would it. How about that for a travel review? Suck it, AAA.
Husband took the boys out because we have all been pretty cooped up with this apocalyptic cold weather and my head was going to explode
again if I didn’t get some freaking quiet. And soon. So, he was kind enough to have a boys morning out. We were sort of wondering if Sweet Pea would be into it because Please Touch is geared for the preschool and early elementary crowd and he’s, you know, twelve. But he was all like giddyup! So they did.
Let me just take a moment to say that this is one of my favorite things about Sweet Pea. He is shamelessly, unapologetically enthusiastic about stuff like museums. Husband said he played with all the little kids (except Pumpkin Pie, whom he treated like a plague victim, of course). He helped the shorties build rockets in the rocket room, chatted up the adults in the water room, and generally was the Please Touch Museum’s Embassador for Fun! That whackadoodle kid cracks me up. (BTW- while Sweet Pea was embassador-ing, Pickles was obsessively picking up the extra rocket pieces off the floor and putting them away and Pumpkin Pie was picking fights with babies.)
Of course they all got hungry and Husband took them to the
overpriced cafeteria and bought one $3 juice for them to share. It was cranberry apple raspberry juice. Sweet Pea decided it should be called “Crappleberry”. This, of course, was deemed to be hysterically funny by both of his brothers and his father (and his mother, truth be told) so they all giggled themselves silly. I can’t believe that none of them peed their pants. So, folks, on your next kids morning out, head for the Please Touch Me Museum for a teeny, overpriced bottle of Crappleberry juice and a whole lotta fun! If you’re lucky, maybe Sweet Pea will be your tour guide.