I SO needed this!

After today. In a fit of educative enthusiasm I ended up dragging the boy around the National Museum in Collins Barracks for the morning. This delightful experience included such highlights as...

• paying substantially over the odds for a Ham Sandwich and a bowl of soup.
• pulling him off the Viking Ship
• waiting 12 minutes in a room for the film about the battle of Fontenoy to restart with him refusing to look at anything else, but trying to grab the models, figurines and oh yes WEAPONS especially when a museum security guard came in
• spending twenty minutes watching a film and comparing models of the musket, the rifle and the something else, while ignoring the horroric models showing the damage done to the human body beside them,
• listening to him ask WHY continually, even to the question "Why do you ask why?"
• stopping him climbing on the 1916 exhibits
• And finally, my favorite, throwing a tantrum right in front of Michael Collin's great coat with everyone wondering why this dreadful mother couldn't control her son in the face of great moments of Irish history.

I announced that we were leaving. He SCREAMED like I was abducting him. I then announced that I was leaving and intimated that he could do what he wanted.

AND HE HID!

I found him and dragged him out through the WWII/Emergency exhibit, past tanks and artillery guns and more frowning people, and best of all past about 20-30 people listening to a lecture! SCREAMING! (Him, not me, though I was close).

But this evening I read this, and I have never laughed so much in my life!

Cheered me up no end.