At about 10 a.m. yesterday morning I made an executive decision. I decided it would be more fun to go downtown to the train exhibit at the Botanical Gardens than it would be to stay at home and yell and glare at each other all day.
Which is where we were headed. Sam had written notes to all of us with the message “Dear [recipient], I am having a hard time. This is the worst day of my life. From Sam”
This information in hand, we headed downtown. And when I say “in hand,” I mean it literally. Jack carried his note around all day and called it his ticket.
We ended up here:
Unlike Kristen, who got her botanical garden all to herself and her family, this botanical garden was packed. But it was fun. Jack in particular was enthralled with the train exhibit. He enjoyed seeing the trains run along the overhead bridges and trestles, and he took his turn taking photographs, just like Quinn did on Thursday.
Long after Alex, Quinn, and Sam had wandered off (they took a long trip to the bathrooms and back), Jack stayed, happily watching the trains.
True, I did tell them that no one was getting off the bench until I had a picture of them smiling happily, but it only took one shot. Then we wandered through the desert plant room (“Don’t touch that cactus, Quinn,” I said. “Ouch!” said Quinn.) and the jungle room.
Then, because no matter how much I would like to be in downtown DC on January 20th, I will NOT be, we showed the little dudes the Capitol building and the scaffolding where they will do the inauguration. That way when we watch it on TV they’ll know what we’re talking about.
Then Alex, Jack, and Sam jaywalked across a street and Sam almost got run down by a police car.
Still, it was a way better way to spend the day than yelling and glaring.