Do they take after their mother, or their father?
We’re at the Children’s Museum playing with…ok it’s all a blur. We’re playing with random pretend crap for kids (and when I say crap, I mean cool stuff). My niece and nephew are fake grocery shopping in a kid’s town, fake delivering mail, fake creating a plumbing system under a fake house.
It’s really cool.
When from a window, my niece looks down and sees that there are pirates singing and dancing in Navy Pier’s family pavilion. We have to go!
We have to go! she yells at me.
But on the way out of the museum, nephew has a fit. He tries to casually bring the fake grocery cart out of the fake kids’ town exhibit.
You have to leave that here, E–.
He shrugs me off and tries to walk as if nothing happens. I have to remove him, kicking and flailing out of the exhibit and into his stroller. I feel like I’m strapping him down into his punishment chair or something.
Meanwhile, my niece is running into and out of the exhibit, watching the progress of the dancing/fighting/singing pirate show. We have to go!
We hurry. He’s upset and she’s excited. And when we get to the pirates, they’re really fun and funny, doing silly stage acts to make the kids laugh and referencing 80s movies to make the adults laugh.
That’s when my niece says Uhoh, and that’s never good.
She reaches under her shirt and pulls out a stack of 10s and 5s…in play money. From the grocery store.
And right now I’m still puzzling over whom they’re more like– my brother or my sister-in-law?
felixnation :: Aug.02.2007 :: Odysseys, family :: No Comments »