We took the kids to NASA yesterday. It was the day after the shooting/suicide at Johnson space center (we were at Space Center Houston, same zip code, but different part of the place). The kids had a great time. They got to play on this giant jungle gym, had styrofoam balls dropped on their heads, got to see what the astronauts have to live in in outer space, looked at tons of bones, sat in a mock-up of the space shuttle, looked at some exhibits, bought some freeze-dried ice cream, and wore me out.
It was a good Saturday.
When they're a little older, we can go on the tram ride. I look forward to those days.