The parents bundled me up and put me in the car to go to the Denver Children’s Museum. Dad took this strange photo on the way there.
This is their kiddo supermarket. I need to take unusual measures to reach into the produce bins.
If you stand on these stars, they play music. I can take a hint. This is me standing on one of them.
The museum also has a sporty set of lockers.
Peek-a-boo!
These lockers have 80% of the fun of real ones and only 20% of the grime!
Hooray for filth minimization!
The lockers are fun, but they weren’t the best thing today.
I painted!
This stylish smock did little to keep my clothes clean.
We’re just going to put a happy little tree right here.
Maybe green would be better for foliage.
Not bad so far, right? Know what would make it better?
Left-handed painting!
I switch back and forth like it’s no big deal. Here you can see me carefully going off the canvas.
A blank easel is a boring easel, I always say (since this morning).
Mom flipped my canvas over to make room for some lefty purple.
They also have these surreal mega-flowers here. I think I’ll do a still life of these next time we visit–an ambidextrous still life.