There’s nothing like spending a day with kids at a fantastic Chicago museum. The Museum of Science and Industry (or MSI) is one of my favorite spots in the city, and one of my favorites to visit with camp. Since my campers are generally very young, I get the pleasure of introducing them to incredible things at the museum, which always results in wide eyes, gasps of amazement, and giggles galore.
And, by the numbers:
187: Campers in attendance today
12: Campers in my group
3: Wonderful junior counselors who were my eyes and ears and bathroom traffic directors
1: UNBELIEVABLE Counselor in Training who helped me for the day. She made the day totally doable.
5: Completely uprooted or downed trees I passed on my way to camp, a result of crazy thunderstorms
48: Minutes spent on the bus to the museum
10: o’clock, a.m. = arrival at the museum
45: Minutes before lunch
15: Hidden items found in each picture window exhibit visited before lunch
2: Stomachaches from eating lunch too fast
10: Number of times I looked at this vintage ginger ale sign, wondering if there was a replica in the gift shop (there wasn’t)
20,542: Estimated ears of corn “harvested” by my girls and their ride on a virtual combine, which had a rake front like this:
10,000: Beads and other plastic gems in this pump-controlled bubble tower
3: Trips to the “potty ride”
11: Girls whose heads were hidden in their knees during the Omnimax tornado video
8: Girls who asked the same “how did that get here” question when we visited the giant WWII submarine
80: Miles per hour the winds in the wind tunnel blew
35: Baby chicks seen in the Genetics exhibit
4: Times the quote “Wakey wakey little chickies! It’s time for morning”was spoken
9854: Steps taken today
17: Times my butt got pushed by a budging 5-year-old
17: Times that 5-year-old got sent to the end of the line
1: Mermaids giving us wrong directions to the exit
11: Naps taken on the bus ride home
1: Husbands who got a summer school teaching job today!
1: Celebratory dinners consumed
4: Unpictured bites of cherry pie consumed
1: King-sized bed calling my name
What’s your Wednesday number?