Oh my, the first day of school was finally here earlier this week! The schedule I had put together allows for a school day from 8:00 a.m-2:00 p.m with an hour for recess in the middle of the day. I could not believe how quickly we flew through all of our lessons. We started with the calendar and the pledge of allegience, followed by math, phonics, Ryan reading, bible lesson, history/geography and read-aloud time. Science would have followed this but our science curriculum arrived one day late. By the time we finished those things, it was 12:00. We had a nice lunch and then I decided since we were done, we had penty of time to go to the natural history museum (I figured we could call that science for the day).
It turned out that we were invited to jump in on a dinosaur tour that had just started. So we did! I think I learned almost as much as the children. We learned there was no such thing as "Brontosaurus"-ever; We learned most scientists who study dinosaurs now think that most of them were also covered in feathers as well as scales (even the Diplodocus and Apatosaurus). We learned that scientists found cancer in one of the dinosaur bones in the collection. We learned that "stego" maens "turtle back." The man who originally found Stegosaurus found a specimin with the bony plates collapsed and so he thought Stegosaurus was shaped like a giant turtle. It was not until more Stegosaurus' were found with the plates sticking upright that they realized the plates did not form a shell. We learned how to tell if the dinosaur bones in the exhibit were the genuine real deal or a plaster fake. The guide let us touch the teeth of a Velocoraptor, the vertebrae of a Stegosaurus and he let us hold the jaw of a T-rex.
When we were done with the dinosaurs inside, we played in the small play area outside. The only hitch in the day, was Dylan, who has been fishing one too many times with his father. He had marched himself into the nicely pruned shrubs to take a leak. His pants were around his ankles and his bare bum was facing the street (a very busy street I might add), and he was facing a giant tinted window of the museum. I have no idea what was on the other side of that window or who saw the little naked boy peeing in the bushes. Thankfully I will never know. But I jumped up like greased lighting to make myself a human shield for Dylan from all these other people who were there because they had culture. What IS it with three year old boys and peeing in public?
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