We took Lyla to the Children's Museum again today for something to do and also to justify our membership. One more time and it will have paid for itself; then subsequent visits will be free.
That might be the most boring sentence I've ever written.
Well anyway, Lyla was a hot mess today and lasted about an hour before breaking down utterly. Our last moments at the museum involved her pushing a miniature shopping cart through a miniature supermarket and toppling over for no apparent reason. It was like the gravitational pull of the Earth suddenly shifted 45 degrees. She fell not hard at all, but the clattering of the cart coupled with being a hot mess resulted in her most public display of howling to date.
Immediately a savvy motivated employee ran up and inquired idiotically if Lyla needed a bandaid. "The shopping cart might need one," I said, and other parents stared. Lyla screamed in my arms and lunged for her mother. I don't think anyone watching imagined I was the father--more like the step-uncle, laughably incompetent and kind of a dick.
So we left. The membership takes away the pressure of needing to stay long and get your money's worth and all that. It's nice with a baby, for you never know when things will suddenly go from calm to cranky.
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