On Sunday, we took the kids to the Chicago Museum of Science and Industry. Because the place was packed, we had to drive into the bowels of the building to find a parking space.
Amazingly, the enormous line for tickets moved quickly. Lael burst into tears every time we reversed directions as the line snaked this way and that through the security ropes.
I handed the credit card to the cashier.
“It’s free day,” she said, handing us a packet of tickets.
“Hummida. Agro pick free a whatzy?
Yeah, I was left speechless. We had no idea. Luck was on our side this day.
Even better, the kids, who started the trip cranky, had a blast. Seth got to “drive” a train at the Pioneer Zephyr exhibit. But he went bonkers (in a happy way) at The Great Train Story, which is a 3,500-square-foot room filled with model trains. The route travels from a replica of downtown Chicago through the prairies, over the Rockies and into Seattle.
Kids (and adults) can push a button to make a fog horn blow. Another button launches a huge cargo-loading crane.
Seth, who usually never loses sight of his parents, rushed from train scene to train scene like a loco weed-chewing gazelle. I had to hunt him down several times.
While Seth was looking at the trains, I was marveling at the REAL airplanes hanging from the ceiling, including an old United Airlines Boeing 727. Later, we went up a floor and sat down in the airplane seats. Hey, they had more leg room in those old planes!
If you haven’t guessed, I didn’t take my camera. I wanted to spend the time with the kids and not be distracted.
We explored a number of older, rundown exhibits for a while before heading back to The Great Train Story. Seth sprinted around the displays again.
Soon, I had Seth and Lael climbing in and out of an old Chicago Trolley car. We did that pretty much until the museum was ready to close.
Poor Lael. We never even made it to Colleen Moore’s Fairy Castle or playrooms. In fact, we only saw a small percentage of the museum. Still, I think everyone had a good time.