Saturday, May 13, 2006
Son #1's Big Adventure in the City
Son #1, age 10, and his dad (Dear Hubby) attended a Boy Scout outing to the D-Day Museum in New Orleans. Some were going on afterwards to attend the New Orleans Zephyrs Baseball Game, but my son declined that portion of the trip.
Son #1 was very interested in the weaponry, planes and boats on display at the museum. Dear Hubby said there were a few gruesome photos, but I find that Son #1 has an amazing gift of putting things in proper prospective and therefore wouldn't likely find the images too frightening. This is one reason why I allow him to watch the evening news. We discuss the stories, talk about what might lead to the human tragedy so often displayed, and of course talk about how much good occurs every day, yet isn't considered newsworthy. In some ways, he is wise beyond his years. (His younger brothers are more typical of peers their age and I do tend to shelter them more when it comes to TV.)
They really enjoyed the museum and afterwards, Son #1 and Dear Hubby walked the mile or so to the French Quarter (no, they didn't visit Bourbon Street - he's not *that* wise beyond his years! ha ha!).
They did eat at Hard Rock Cafe, where the hostess had multiple facial piercings: eyebrow, upper and lower lip, tongue. Plus she had her inscisor teeth filed (or capped) into vampire fangs. Son #1 was surprisingly unimpressed. I would have thought he'd ask a billion questions about that. The waitress, a young caucasion women in dreadlocks, who apparently had a thing for men in uniform (Boy Scout uniforms included), was also entertaining. Both of these women would rate a second glance in our little 'white bread' neighborhood, but both were very funny and good at their jobs. Dear Hubby used it as a teaching tool. As in, Oh my gosh! Did you see that? Yet, they were nice and professional, which is why we should never judge a person by their appearance.
From there, they walked around Jackson Square and took a few photos. They saw a wedding party exiting the St. Louis Cathedral, looked at the various artists who set up shop along the square and then - ta da!!!!! Son #1 saw a large iguana. He said, "Dad, who do you think it belongs to?" (Translation: "Can we keep it?") There were two man chatting about 5 feet from the iguana so my husband guessed it belonged to one of them and told Son #1 so. Son #1 waited for a break in the conversation and asked, "Excuse me, does this iguana belong to one of you?" The answer was "yes." Son #1 asked, "May I take a picture of it?" (Translation: "Drat! I hoped it was a stray."). To which the owner replied, "You can take a picture *with* it." It was the highlight of the day.