The boys were surprised at my navigating my way through the city. "Do you know all of Indianapolis?" asked Daniel. I explained that I lived here many years ago, when their mother was small. In fact, we moved away when she was James's age. They seemed incredulous that their mother could ever have been five years old. They were even more boggled when I explained that their Uncle Zach went to first grade at St. Richard's School, just a couple of blocks from the Children's Museum. They can't wrap their head around Uncle Zach being a first-grader, either.
This was my first time minding both boys by myself. It was a stretch. James will latch onto the first thing that interests him -- especially if it's a computer screen -- and he'd be happy to play with that for an hour. Meanwhile, Daniel could attempt to see the entire museum in 60 minutes. Keeping them together, giving them enough time to enjoy each area while still moving them along, was a real challenge. At the end, after I buckled them in to return to the Conference, I told them how proud I was of them for how they behaved. Oh, they were boybarians at times, but then I don't expect them to be perfect. Anyway, we all three rubbed along nicely.
I took a number of pictures, but this will have to do for now. It shows the grandcubs in an Indy car on display.