My mother is in town visiting and she mentioned offhandedly the other day that she’d never been to the Jefferson Memorial. So being the accommodating host that I am, I forced everyone to pile into the car this afternoon and head into DC.
I don’t fuck around. If you’re around me, you probably shouldn’t say something that you don’t plan on following through on.
Going to a memorial is pretty innocuous though, especially if you’re in DC, although Alex got a little huffy when we had to park three blocks, two freeway underpasses, and one homeless encampment away.
Shortly after we got there, this helicopter flew overhead. It was a United States of America helicopter. You can call me a liar, but I will swear to my dying day that President Obama was in that helicopter.
While we had such a lovely backdrop, my mother insisted on getting a picture of the whole family. It turned out to be a pretty typical Team Stimey photo.
We were welcomed into the memorial by a sign reading, “QUIET RESPECT PLEASE”
The fact that Jack is hiding from me behind the pillar may give you an indication of how good we are at being QUIET and RESPECTFUL and GOOD AT LISTENING TO OUR MOTHERS.
We ended up having a really nice time. And we were adequately quiet and respectful. Or at least as adequately quiet and respectful as everyone else. I was able to take some cool photos. It made me wish that I actually really knew how to use my camera.
For instance, here’s a photo of Jack and Alex.
Oh, hello, Mr. Squirrel.
See, Alex had a piece of popcorn in his pocket (don’t ask) and fed it to the squirrel, who then proceeded to become very chummy with my family, even going so far as to put his little paw on Quinn’s hand. Quinn then proceeded to try to pick up the squirrel, causing Alex to freak out, which resulted in the squirrel running off with Jack in hot pursuit. Jack then tried to chase the squirrel into the memorial, failing only because the squirrel found a roped off area off to the side into which he could escape.
So that blew the adequately quiet part. And try as I might, I can’t think of anything respectful about chasing a squirrel full speed around the Jefferson Memorial.
I choose to blame the squirrel.