Today, we went to the Strong National Museum of Play. As it turns out, they were inducting three new toys in to the Toy Hall of Fame (oh yes, there is such a thing!) Since we were there anyways, we went to see the "ceremony". The kids were hoping we'd get on the news- there was a lot of press there. Now that election day is past, they have to show
something on the news, and this is probably as important as anything else they can think of to report on.
After the big ceremony, we hit the rest of the museum. Really, I don't feel right calling this place a
museum. Museums should be quiet and dusty and full of cases of rock specimens and insects with pins through them. This place is more like Chuck E. Cheese on an acid trip. Everything is colorful, noisy, child-sized, gimmicky, and frantic. Up above is the miniature kid-sized grocery store experience.
They had a special display- a whole room full of full-size vintage arcade games. Joe liked Pac-Man. I tried to teach Naomi Frogger. Paul kept seeming to lose his tokens in broken machines.
This place is huge. Since we have a membership and can get in free anytime we want (normal admission price for our family costs
more than buying a one-year membership), we didn't even attempt to do everything there. I'm now ready for a looong nap in a dimly lit room.
Today, we went to the Strong National Museum of Play. As it turns out, they were inducting three new toys in to the Toy Hall of Fame (oh yes, there is such a thing!) Since we were there anyways, we went to see the "ceremony". The kids were hoping we'd get on the news- there was a lot of press there. Now that election day is past, they have to show something on the news, and this is probably as important as anything else they can think of to report on.
After the big ceremony, we hit the rest of the museum. Really, I don't feel right calling this place a museum. Museums should be quiet and dusty and full of cases of rock specimens and insects with pins through them. This place is more like Chuck E. Cheese on an acid trip. Everything is colorful, noisy, child-sized, gimmicky, and frantic. Up above is the miniature kid-sized grocery store experience.
They had a special display- a whole room full of full-size vintage arcade games. Joe liked Pac-Man. I tried to teach Naomi Frogger. Paul kept seeming to lose his tokens in broken machines.
This place is huge. Since we have a membership and can get in free anytime we want (normal admission price for our family costs more than buying a one-year membership), we didn't even attempt to do everything there. I'm now ready for a looong nap in a dimly lit room.
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