{"id":1867,"date":"2007-04-23T18:00:00","date_gmt":"2007-04-24T01:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/2007\/04\/23\/wednesday-part-ii-dont-ever-say-i-dont-take-you-anywhere\/"},"modified":"2007-04-23T18:00:00","modified_gmt":"2007-04-24T01:00:00","slug":"wednesday-part-ii-dont-ever-say-i-dont-take-you-anywhere","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/2007\/04\/23\/wednesday-part-ii-dont-ever-say-i-dont-take-you-anywhere\/","title":{"rendered":"Wednesday, Part II: Don’t ever say I don’t take you anywhere"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Metro delivered us to Farragut West and the three of us strolled down 18th to the World Bank. It was fantastic to roll into the Bank’s Visitor Entrance with my double all-terrain monster and two beautiful toe-headed firecrackers. Will ran in controlled circles in the corner while I nursed Kate — right there inside the doors on the waiting benches. Robin (my tri-athlete superwoman friend and beloved DDer) appeared like a ball of bright energy — she swooped up Kate, our stroller, and Will one-handed and lead us into the inner sanctum of the The Bank. (If you are unconvinced of Robin’s talents, check this out<\/a>.)<\/p>\n

Calling the eating area of the World Bank a cafeteria is sort of like calling the Ritz-Carlton a motel. It just doesn’t do the experience justice. Choices abound, all of it delicious and very affordable. It was a great lunch. So good that we forgot to visit the Bank gift shop afterward. Will was a champ and remembered to use the potty (rather than have an accident) and was thoughtful enough to even turn out the lights when he was done “because there was no one else in here.” That’s my guy, helping Wolfowitz save on the lighting bill.\"\"<\/a>After our lovely lunch, we went out to enjoy the event we’d been talking about for WEEKS. We went to see THE DINOSAURS. On the way, we walked across the Mall, where I’d hoped to point out all the beauty of our Nation’s museums and buildings of importance.
\"\"<\/a>\"\"<\/a>The pictures below sort of sum up my childrens’ reactions.
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\"\"<\/a>Then we got to Natural History. Oye. Apparently, American History is closed for awhile. So allll <\/span>the school kids go to Natural History. All 12 bus loads of them.
\"\"<\/a>After scoping out the front and sides in detail and not finding the handicapped entrance (it’s on Constitution, I would find out later) — I sucked it up and hauled the kids and the stroller up the front stairs, parting those teenyboppers like the Red Sea. The kids remained asleep — I was delighted thinking about how cool it was going to be to wake up Will and have him open his eyes to see DINOSAURS right in front of him.
\"\"<\/a>That is exactly what I did. And was he excited?? Not in the least<\/span>. Exciting? Well, apparently exciting is the window displays with the plastic protozoa.
\"\"<\/a>After awhile, he warmed up to the bones. It dawned on me that he probably has no concept of “extinct” and “bones” and likely believes that seeing a dinosaur was going to be like going to the Zoo. I’m surprised that this didn’t occur to me earlier. Actually, I think the enormous skeletal shapes freaked him out a bit.
\"\"<\/a>Kate rolled with it all with usual style.
\"\"<\/a>We stopped in the gift shop for tee-shirts before making it out the less-bumpy handicapped entrance onto Constitution. Rather than walk back to the Mall, we went up 12th to Federal Triangle… directly across from the building I worked in so many years ago.
\"\"<\/a>Will was a little more excited about the Metro train on our ride back.
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The Metro delivered us to Farragut West and the three of us strolled down 18th to the World Bank. It was fantastic to roll into the Bank’s Visitor Entrance with my double all-terrain monster and two beautiful toe-headed firecrackers. Will ran in controlled circles in the corner while I nursed Kate — right there inside […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[16],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1867"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1867"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1867\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1867"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1867"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1867"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}