On Monday we met a friend for a wonderful lunch in West Kensington, so as we were in the neck of the woods, we decided to take the children to the Natural History Museum. Who am I kidding? I love the NHM and the children were just an excuse. We agreed that we would leave at the first sign of boredom, so expected to be in there no more than half an hour (the children are three years and 18 months).
Three hours later we left at chucking out time. The children both loved it, which is very pleasing. The main event was, of course, the dinosaurs. The Little Girl, in particular, was extremely taken with the dinosaurs. The lighting in the dinosaur area is very dim, so I gave up trying to get informative pictures, and got all arty with the shadows instead.
The Little Boy seemed interested in the dinosaurs, the big model of the blue whale and all the stuffed animals in glass cases. But what seemed to entrance him were the carvings all over the walls and pillars. It’s one of the things about the NHM that I especially love, so I was pleased to see that he’s already so discriminating.
We bought a very good children’s book on dinosaurs in the shop, and this has become a bit of a favourite. On the way home from the museum, the Little Girl, oblivious to the social etiquette that you Do Not Talk To Strangers On The Tube, engaged the man sitting next to us in conversation about the dinosaurs. He very gamely kept up his side of the discussion, and when he heard about the ‘ver’ ver’ big teef!’ he looked suitably alarmed. At which point, she leant over, put her hand on his arm and said, reassuringly, ‘They were all dead though!’. I don’t think I’ve ever had so many strangers on the Tube smile at me at once. Apparently, ‘They live in the big house now because they’re dead, but when they had skins on, they lived outside’. So now you know…