I hate children's museums

and co-sleeping and Raffi and other spicy takes

We walk into the “museum” to the sounds of shrieks and yells. For all my life, museums have represented calm, cool, quiet places - art, cafes, tapestries, maybe (if I was feeling adventurous), some space rocket replicas. But here it is loud. The walls are bright and yellow and everything looks vaguely sticky. There is some sort of horrific, deadly-looki…