kids museum

We went into Monroe one day with Mette becoming rapidly dehydrated (though we didn't know that yet), and, after both kids throwing up all over themselves and the car, and in a restauarant (which we had to leave before ordering), we finally made it to the Children's Museum. Despite her look, Mette had a good time.

There was a Kids Cafe in the Museum which had a dining area with tables, a maitre 'd station w/ telephone that would periodically ring (to make reservations), and a diner-like lunch counter with coffee makers and elaborate menus on the walls (w/ prices). The kitchen was fully stocked with little wooden ovens, stoves, sinks, washing machines and cooking tools and dining utensils. The group of kids there that day understood it immediately and started working together to take their parents orders, run to answer the phone, prepare the food and serve it, and bus the tables and clean the dishes. There was a rack of chef's aprons and hats for them. It was hilarious. They handed us a menu and Hege ordered tacos. I ordered pizza. Mother ordered fish. We also asked for bagels and choclate cake, all of which were listed on the color menus. Hennie and the other kids ran back to the kitchen and quickly came back with plates for everyone with the exact orders. It was hilarious - almost amazing how well they acted every aspect of their roles.

Mette serving Coffee at the diner.

This was a large metal ring which pulled a giant bubble up around the person standing in the middle. I'm pulling a rope, which isn't visible in the picture.

milinary moment at the breakfast counter in Mother's living room.