I had a day alone with Trev (and Markus) today. The first part of the day he played with Legos, after that I told him it was time to go outside for a bit and he gets to choose where he wants to go. He though about the Aviation Museum for a while but then said that he wants to go to a museum he has not been to yet. The War Museum it is.

I looked up the War Museum web page because I wanted to check how to get there. Yes, duh, I know where it is, but there is some pretty restrictive no-turns signage around and I didn’t want to circle around and go over the bridge trying to get into it. Usually museums and similar locations have a map and a text description of what streets to take from the highway or another site. Do you know what the War Museum has as text information on how to get there by car? GPS co-ordinates and the museum address you can enter into the GPS device if the co-ordinates are too much for you. That’s all. REALLY????

I am glad we went to the War Museum though it is such a different experience than the usual museum fare. For one thing I don’t even know how to begin explaining things to Trev. “Ummm, a few years before dida was born there was this horrible war in England and Zagreb and the rest of Europe and the country that attacked the other countries had a dictator and he drove in this car and I don’t know why it had bullet holes in it, I guess someone shot at it.” Yes, I am no good at explaining complex subjects to kindergarteners. According to the Internet, the holes in the car were from after Hitler died, not that I could find any information about it in the museum.

Anyhow, I read Trev the little plaques next to the exhibits though it is kind of obscure as a way of explanation. I did get a good run when we were looking at the statues modelling the Vimy memorial. Trev asked me why they look upset and I said that the war is kind of upsetting and that they have lost friends and family and that makes them very sad and that they have to try and build a better future which is why they are looking forward. Trev then asked me why they are half naked which stumped me and I mumbled something about artistic expression and showing humans as they are. Boy, I would be the worst tour guide ever.

We had chocolate milk before going home and that was nice and easy.