Our first order of business was attending a class classed "You've got guts." The intrepid teacher went over the digestive track while the class wiggled and waited for the real highlight - a real frog dissection:
None of the kids vomited and only one ran out the the room crying, so I'd say the frog was a success. And speaking of frog dissection, we've move well beyond the dark ages of my 1988 7th grade biology class. We were assured this frog grew up happy and lived a long life on a farm and died of natural causes before being preserved for science. I'm not sure what qualifies as natural causes these days, the teacher found a beetle in his mouth. Perhaps he choked?
After the class, we had about 20 minutes to explore the museum before our IMAX show. I was in charge of 3 kids - Alex, Zach and Luke - who apparently thought the museum was a parkour course. We bounded and leapt through the space exhibit before the movie.
Disappointingly, the movie was Wild Ocean, which Alex and I had already seen. I believe my review was "less talking, more feeding frenzy." But I still like the gannets diving bombing into the ocean after the sardines. Next we had lunch and then 30 minutes of museum time. It was Alex's turn to pick so of course we had to go see the puffins. It was nice to hear Luke finally say, "These birds are cool, I see why you like them so much, Alex."
And then, the wildly fun bus ride home. I really don't know who I respect more after this trip, second grade teachers or bus drivers. They are saints and martyrs and have my eternal admiration.
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