I thought a trip to Toys-R-Us would be fun. I needed to get some child safety latches for the cabinets, and I figured they must have really cool carts for kids. Wrong. They had regular old shopping carts. I didn’t bring the stroller, so I carried the kids around the store—well, just to the safety aisle (we didn’t stay long). Like a cartoon cat eating a fish, Emaline had the shelves picked clean in seconds. When the cashier asked if we found everything we were looking for, I told her, as only my mother would, that I was looking for a store catering to parents and children to have proper accommodations, and that I was sorely disappointed.
Last week, the temperature reached 150 degrees. The heat index was 3,000 degrees. Our weatherman, Bill Meck, looked more like a lobster than ever. We needed a diversion, or as Jason Stackhouse would say, “a divergence.”
One parking deck, one pedway, and two elevator trips later, we were at the Explorium. The tween at the counter asked “How many?”
I said just me and the babies.
She asked how old they were.
I said, “One,” knowing their policy.
Kids in the stroller, we made a quick tour of the main floor of the museum. I then parked the stroller next to the infant to three-year-old gulag, released the beasts, and commenced playing. This tiny corner of the Explorium was a wonderland for the twins: new toys, a three-tier water table, a train table, steps that weren’t cordoned off, and other kids.
Emaline ran around like a squirrel. Keillor found another boy with his mom, and promptly made his way between them.
|Bumble Keillor conquers Mount Carpet|
|Kid Commandment #1: Thou shalt splash|
|Emaline meets herself in a giant mouth|
|Keillor finds a new virus|
|This one doesn't have a horn like the last one|
|Emaline tries to make one small step out of the crater|
Speaking of next time, the Explorium is definitely a two-parent job. Mommy will be invited in the future.