RE: Dinosaurs8 Nov 2020 11:23
Hello there Mush:)
You reminded me of a time when my daughter was 5 or 6 yrs old. As a family, we had been working in Libya where we had loads of expats as friends, and had been particularly friendly with a French couple who had a big boxer dog called Domino who adored my daughter. They had been inseparable. About 2 yrs after leaving Libya I visited our friends and their daughter of the same age, with my daughter. She was very excited when, after taking the short journey on the Metro from their French farmhouse on the outskirts of Paris, we came out into bright sunshine with loads of people milling around, and she saw a huge dinosaur at the entrance to the Paris Natural History Museum. My daughter's world at that time revolved around dinosaurs and rocks. There was a short line of adults and children edging their way into the museum past the dinosaur and my daughter started pulling me by the hand, like a strong puppy on a lead heading for grass, towards the museum. My friend called us back and said, 'No, no, no, we're not going in there', and we went across the road, where we waited in a long line to get a table to ourselves in McDonalds.
'Are we going to see the dinosaurs after we eat?' my daughter asked my friend. 'No, no, no, we will go home'.
One look from me told my daughter she had to remain polite. On the flight home I asked my daughter if she would ever like to visit our friends again. These were people to whom she had been very close. She shook her head vehemently. I asked, 'Not even to see Domino?' My daughter closed her lips together tightly, shook her head vehemently again and shot me a look as if to say, 'I've told you once' before asking if we could, 'Please visit the dinosaur museum in London tomorrow'. It cost me two dinosaur puzzles, two books on paleontology and a handful of rock specimens.
We never went back to Paris.
ATB:)