Made an effort for some culture with the family. Meaning me, Karen and both kids. All went well from the trip on the DC Metro train. Then, we walked through the cold streets. Next, we met Karen's cousin and her friend at the National Art Museum Cafe'. Had a nice lunch. Even was "under charged" for the hot dog and panini we bought.
Finally.
We worked our way to the exhibit.
That's when Evie decided she was tired and cranky. Nothing like a baby screaming murder in the cavernous halls of a museum. Sound seems to travel very well.
Then, Nate discovered he had a intestinal virus where he emptied his stomach from breakfast to lunch on the museum floor.
As Karen pointed out: "Starbucks doesn't sell Ginger ale, but the tile floor is easy to clean up puke".
