I guess Apple will let just about anyone serve up the genius these days:
Kid was clearly feeling right at home.
Woodhands played an amazing set, rocking out with their bleepy, squeeky, pounding music. They didn’t seem to mind when Kid laid out flat with his giant headphones and looked like he was going to sleep, and the singer said that he was holding off swearing on Kid’s account. So sweet.
We continue to enjoy it here, although we haven’t yet gotten to the Biodome. And I have nothing good to say about the Science Centre. Yesterday, the ticket seller gave Kid and me trouble for trying to buy tickets, insisting that there was nothing in there that a 4-year-old would like. I imagine she was wrong (we went last year, when he was *gasp* three!), but not only was it going to be hard to get a ticket out of her, she had just told Kid in no uncertain terms that he wasn’t welcome there. Jerk. We went for ice cream instead.
Today, we had a fantastic time swimming at the most beautiful swimming pool I’ve ever seen. Still, I think Kid’s favorite part of the day was an impromptu soccer game with his dad on the tiniest patch of grass you could imagine. Husband had to promise another game in the morning before work.