The Children's Museum of Brownsville, an amusement park of creative stations in Dean Porter Park, was full of kids today and parents peering under wooden boats and around support pillars to check on their young ones.
Jack and I were originally headed to the kid pool, but when I asked Jack about going to the museum first, he responded:
"That's a great idea, grandpa!"
We ended up staying all day until the museum closed its doors at 5:00 PM, shopping at a pretend H.E.B. with an actual scanner that read the UPC symbol to charge a price, standing like Tim Smith in front of a Newscenter 5 weather screen featuring a map of south Texas with summer temperatures, even a construction center with hard hats, goggles and Klein tools furnished the young builders.
An art class, bubble making, story time and face painting broke up the day.
Jack ran and skipped from exhibit to exhibit, twice running to the bench I was sitting on to give me an appreciative hug.
Walking out of the museum over six hours after walking in, holding his art work, Jack was now ready for the pool. Grandpa not so much.
"Jack it's late. Your dad is probably home already. Can we go to the pool tomorrow?"
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| Two "shoppers" at "H.E.B." |
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Jack Playing the "Griffin" |
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