A Visit to the Royal Ontario Museum

When we head into Toronto, it is important for us to dress up like "glamourous movie stars".

And him? He's merely believing that that sandwich ad behind him will come to life and he will meet meat again.

The face? He's so proud. She's so tired. Oh boy, we just got here!

First we admired this.

Then we began our posing sessions.

I bet we convinced some people that we are in fact genuine, glamorous movie stars.

T-Rex was there.

This is how I am going to set up my living room. I've always wanted to have opposing chair conversations. It was fun until *Mila* had to sit in each and every chair with all possible configurations of her parents.

I made her pose beside the Signy Eaton sign, as Signy is a distant Icelandic-Canadian cousin of ours.

*Mila* was too petrified to rub Timmy Eaton's brass shoe. He was rather daunting, hiding in the corner of the basement of the museum.

We soon grew tired. So we threw ourselves on the subway to catch that GO train home. We became more glamorous and mysterious on the train ride home.

Oh, and ponylicious.

signed, the willow