Our nearest city was hosting a 'Cabin Fever' day and one of the activities was a weather show at the planetarium.
The planetarium? There's a planetarium? Awkward. My constellation loving child (see: Family Dog Named After Her Favorite Constellation) would probably have loved that back when she was obsessed with them.
So we went to the weather show, Hannah and I. On the way there, she listened to three or four books on tape that I'd randomly chosen at the library - Orcas, fables, and Wooly Mammoths. After the Mammoth book, she said "I want to go to a building where they have lots of dinosaur bones all set up so that we can look at them. Can we do that?" Sure, honey, I'll look into it. I already have some ideas (thank you Steph!).
Then we walked into the museum/planetarium and look what greeted us.
I was in a state of giddy shock, as was Hannah. Serendipitous, indeed.
Hannah wanted me to take a picture of her by it's leg. "It could crush 25 people! It could even crush my daddy!"
We have never been in this small museum before - didn't even know of its existence. It has quite a few fun things. Footprints,
We're going back. There are two more rooms we didn't explore. One of those we won't be exploring with the girls until their current exhibit is gone. Check it.
Go ahead, click on it to blow it up. "High Plains Hamlet", they call it. "An Idaho Frontier Tragedy." Gruesome, I call it. Cowboy and Native skeletons riding horses. A dead Native - or white guy, I didn't get close enough to see which it was - with arrows all over him, including one sticking out of his groin. A massive poster with scalped men. I don't even want to know how many bakus we would need around her bed to combat what she would see in that room.
So, yeah, she didn't go in that room.