There's an exhibit at the Cincinnati Museum Center of the Dead Sea Scrolls. I saw them in person when I went to Israel a few years ago, but my kids didn't. I thought it might be a good educational experience to drag my kids to see them.
"You're taking us where?" Bubba asked. "To see dead sea squirrels?"
"No, Bubba. Scrolls," I said.
"Never mind, Bubba," I said. "Just come on. You'll see what they are when we get there."
When we got to the exhibit, Bubba walked up to the ancient documents. He studied them with a puzzled look on his face. "Mama, I don't see any squirrels here. Just a bunch of old paper with weird scribble on them."
"These are the Dead Sea Scrolls," I explained.
"But Mama, where are the squirrels?"
"Next door, in the Natural History Museum," I said.
(Of course then we had to go to the Natural History Museum to look for dead sea squirrels. We didn't find any, but we did find a Jefferson Ground Sloth which was the next best thing!)