Dispatch from the Front
High point: Just as our (rowdy, antsy, barely-able-to-contain-themselves) group was about to be admitted to the main exhibit, all the lights in the museum went out. Much confusion and bumping into each other and "who are you?" "Who are you?" "Is that you??" ensued as we all tried to identify each other by the light of our forbidden cell phones and the tour-guide wands that the grownups had been given. Only one kid cried.
Another high point: The organizer flagged our bus down as we were about to leave and asked if we could take a few more kids. Several 8th graders trooped on to our bus of 2nd graders and announced, "our bus caught on fire!"
Query: How can I be ready to curl up in a fetal position when all I did all day was sit on a bus and in an IMX movie theatre and occasionally walk slowly from one exhibit to another? And yet, it is so.
For next time: Always bring a box of crackers. Always. Always.
Note to self: Butts! They're funny! Apparently. Also, songs about dead and decomposing moose. Must investigate further.