I took my son to the natural history museum. There was a special display about whales. We stared at the giant whale skeletons and read all the interesting facts about whales. Then we came to a full-sized replica of a whale's heart. The thing was huge. As big as a car! Kids were allowed to crawl into it and explore. Naturally, my son wanted to to just that.
I patiently waited as he disappeared into the heart. I expected him to be out in a couple of minutes. I waited. And waited. And waited. What could be taking so long? I wondered. I decided to crawl into the giant heart and find out. I meandered this way and that, through the aorta until I came to a tiny room. What do you think was inside? A television! I kid you not. And a lot of little kids were parked in front of it, staring at the screen as whales floated by. My boy was one of those kids.
"Dude," I said. "I didn't bring you here so you could watch TV! Let's go!"
"But Mama, this is educational!"
I led him out the left ventricle, back to the regular displays.
When we got out, Bubba looked around. "Mama, do you think they have a whale brain I can explore?"