To celebrate the boys' birthday we decided to take them to the Dinosaur Museum at Thanksgiving Point. They're just starting to get into dinosaurs - Charlie has lots of questions about them. And we've always wanted to go Greg took a Friday afternoon off and we headed for our "day of adventure" as Charlie likes to call them.
The Museum of Ancient Life gets 2 thumbs up. They have 60 complete dinosaur skeletons, more than any dinosaur museum in the world and tons of interactive hands on displays for the kids to touch and get involved with. Their favorites were the erosion table and the fissile dig (Greg's favorites too).
They had this great Shark display that we decided would be perfect for a family picture. Everything was great until we stood up to retrieve our camera. Jack decided to climb up on the little iron railing to sit on. As soon as I turned around I saw him falling back - bam. I ran over and picked him up and his head was bleeding tons.... we ran him out to the foure to get something to compress on it and by then he'd calmed down completely. When the manager came over to assist he kept telling her "The shark bit my head, the shark bit my head!"
My little photo journalist, Charlie, quietly pulled out the camera and started taking pictures of the scene while we were attending to Jack. It ended up being the tiniest little cut.. no stiches necessary, but it initially bled tons. He was totally fine, so we finished our time at the musuem..
Headwound Harry didn't seem to mind at all. He has however, kept referring to his shark bite since the traumatic incident.
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