Toddling in Museums

An unmarried, childless friend of mine emailed today:

"Hey Nina.

It looks like I'm coming down to Maryland/DC this coming weekend...
Are you around this weekend? I was thinking about staying at your place either Friday or Saturday night and we could meet meet at one of the museums on Saturday...I thought it would be cute if you brought Ivan, Kristen brought Luca and they could meet...What do you think?"


I chuckled to myself, "Oh, she has no idea." I paraphased the email to Andy. I didn't have to add any commentary to it. He chuckled on his own, "A museum. She has no idea."

So I replied:
"Cool. However, I must warn you, taking a toddler to a museum--you're
definitely speaking like a non-mom here. It's probably one of the
worst places I could think of to take him. I suggest meeting at a playground. Silver Spring is full of
them."

For the rest of the evening, Andy and I had visions of Ivan running loose in an art museum. What a nightmare would that be trying to catch him, contain him, get him to walk where we want to go, stroller him, keep him quiet, etc........