Sunday, September 18, 2011
Re Friday
Three year-old Gavin has been wanting me to take him to the Thanksgiving Point Dinosaur Museum. Thursday at dinner at Winger’s I asked him if he wanted to go “tomorrow”. Of course he said yes.
I picked him up at just before 11:30 a.m. and off we went in my old white Town and Country van.
He kept asking my how soon we would be there.
He has been there enough to know the routine and where to go. When we got there he ran up to the admissions counter and put his hand up to get it stamped. I paid the $16.oo dollars for one three year-old and one senior citizen (nearly 68) and off he ran.
It was just a few seconds when we came up to “the” dark tunnel like side path. At that point he came to a screeching halt, turned to me and said “hold you” or was it "carry you?"
I picked him up and carried him a couple of feet past the darkness then he was good to go again. I was able to teach him that he needed to say “Carry me.”
We practiced a while him saying “Carry me” and me saying “I’ll carry you.” He seemed to get the concept. We’ll have to see if he remembers next time.
We had a good time looking at all the displays and playing with the interactive displays. Of course he especially enjoyed playing in the water with the toy dinosaurs and toy palm trees.
After we had seen everything; some of them several times, it was time to run and chase. He ran, I walked as fast as I could. We ran and played hide and seek so much that I got confused and it took us maybe five minutes to find the exit.
From the museum we walked over to the deli in the next building. We passed maybe ten handicap parking spots. Gavin walked up to the first pole which held a handicap only sign and pretended to hit his head and said “Boing” then fell to the grass moaning and holding his head. He then got up and repeated this ritual on every pole.
At the deli he ate half of a peanut butter and (strawberry) jelly sandwich, ate potato chips and drank water. I had a pulled beef barbeque sandwich and drank a diet coke. I finished off the other half of Gavin’s PB & J.
In the van driving back to his house we sang, “Gavin is a monkey up in a tree eating potato chips.” He sang “Grandpa is a monkey up in a tree eating potato chips.”
Anyway, grandson and grandfather had a good time.
