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As promised (several weeks ago) I will explain the depressing, sopping wet pictures of 2 sad children after a day at the children's museum.

You see, the children weren't sad to begin with. One of the struggles of parenthood I've found this past 3 and some odd years, is that even doing something fun can become a cry fest, and thus the fun thing becomes much less enjoyable.

We were, however, having a grand day at the Cowgirl Museum (home to the currently being renovated Museum of Science and History and Children's Discovery Museum), as you can clearly see.

To prove the fact that we were, at some point, actually having a good time there is a video of Dave and me riding this valiant steed floating around somewhere on this here interweb (which I can't retrieve due to lack of proper software).

We were leaving the museum, all hunky dory like, when one in our party (whom I will call Mr. Boo to protect his identity) ran out into the spitting fountain on the museum grounds. The older children, with their knowledge of social niceties regarding fully clothed public hydration, looked on in bewilderment. Then jealousy.

We shooed them into the water. We already had one wet kid. Why not make it three, eh?

They were reluctant in the beginning,

but soon came around to the idea that getting completely soaked in all of one's clothing in a public place can be fun.

Then they were (of course) sad to leave. Ahh, the dilemmas of parenthood. Scroll down if you need some reminding as to the outcome of this event.