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.
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