Visiting Museums can go two directions: horribly dull or wonderful and stimulating. I have been to both, so this is an area in which I feel qualified.
In Bern, Switzerland, there are many fine museums, including one based on Albert Einstein and his time in Bern. The one we chose that day, since a two-year old was with us, was the Communication Museum.
What made it wonderful was that Benjamin walked along with me, sometimes holding my hand, but always staying with me. The wheels on the stagecoach were a big hit. And there were so many displays for little guys like him to touch and manipulate.
Then we came to a room which posted that the film presentation was out of order.
Oh, well. This will give the little guy some room to walk around…so I released his hand in the room designed to hold about 50 people. He was so happy in the dim light.
The light got dimmer, and dimmer until it was total black. Oh, God! Help me!
|This was taken a few months ago, but the laughter is still the same.|
That is when I heard the giggles, squeals, and happy shrieks. Something brushed by me, giggling. Then the dim light came on, and I saw the little guy way in front, and he froze. Once the light went out, he took off again, gleefully running in the pitch dark.
It felt like I was in shallow ocean water with a very big fish/shark brushing by me.
Mommy came looking for us just when the light came on, and Benjamin was close at hand. “Let’s go, buddy.” He took her hand, leaving me in the dim light as it turned black.
|Source: One reason no child should run around...the child eater|