We started out this weekend at an exhibit about Native Americans in Minnesota and the many injustices they have faced and how their governing bodies operate now.
Admittedly, a little over the head of a 2-year-old, but he liked looking at the pictures.
But he loved it enough to want to go in a second time. He really loved it when grandma brought him a cup to dump water on daddy's head. And when daddy swam around like "baby beluga."
He ended the evening at a campfire singing his little heart out.
I am too blessed.