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Post by Doug on Apr 23, 2014 22:21:46 GMT -5
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Post by godotwaits on Apr 23, 2014 22:35:25 GMT -5
I took my son there when he was still quite young. Later he wanted to call Mom. He told her, "Dad took me to this place that was filled thousands and thousands of dead animals..!" I rolled my eyes wondering how that would be taken. The very same woman who screamed at me for reading "Charlotte's Web" to him when he was eating his Cheerios, when I should have been showing him 'picture books.'
Later, to make things even worse, I drew a cartoon of the elephant farting and all the attendants passed out on the marble floors of the museum. He was endlessly amused. He was still in that fart humor of young boys stage.
Little bastard is about to get his Phd. Those Cheerios must have stuck to his ribs.
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Post by godotwaits on Apr 23, 2014 22:50:05 GMT -5
oh and btw: that Museum was the Museum of Natural History, so either they changed the name or moved the elephant for his malfactions.
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Post by mnhermit on Apr 24, 2014 9:23:01 GMT -5
That's sure going to kill time
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