A Lesson in Culture

So let me say right off the bat that the encouraging part of all this is that we ventured out on a burning hot afternoon in Southern California to make the journey to the museum in the first place.

Now that I've gotten that out the way, please don't judge us too harshly for this:



Me with a large thingie that I don't know anything about because I was too busy posing like it to read the description. I think it's Polynesian. Or something.



Or this:


Mango with a slightly less large thingie because he was too afraid to take a picture with the big one. Like he literally said, "Noo what if someone's hiding in it?" And it took some browbeating to get him in position. And then afterward he gave this huge all-body shudder and scampered out of there.

In a weak attempt at redemption I would like to introduce Exhibits A and B:

Exhibit A. Me trying to look thoughtful at the courtyard fountain. Convincing, no?


Exhibit B. I don't know why Mango's thoughtful pose has to be this full body production. He insisted.


Right. In closing, I would just like to apologize to every history professor or social studies teachers I've had. Sorry. Really.