Saturday, January 20, 2007

Star Struck

We were brave last weekend and ventured out to the Portsmouth Children's Museum. The reason I say we were brave is thanks to the incredibly long line that greeted us when we arrived. There is a great publication here called Parenting NH and each month I grab a copy at the library. In this month's calendar section it announced that Clifford the Big Red Dog was going to be at the museum on the 13th. Ben is a very big fan of Clifford's. So we headed out for a day of fun meeting the red guy and playing at the museum. We had to wait in line for about 30 minutes before we could get into the museum. Luckily the weather was still unseasonably warm and it was pretty comfortable. When we got in the place was absolutely mobbed. They were obviously having to regulate the number of people in the building to so that they would not violate their fire code. We heard from at least three employees who had never seen the museum so busy. Evidently Clifford drew a bigger crowd than Elloise or Curious George!!!

So we started walking around and waiting for the Clifford storytime (which is when we thought we'd see Clifford) when suddenly I spotted him walking towards us. I pointed him out to Ben and Clifford came right to us, and was ready to give Ben a hug and get his picture taken with him. But what should happen? Come on you know where this is going....Ben got STARSTRUCK!

He hid behind my legs as Clifford stood talking to me and then as Clifford moved on to say hi to some other kids Ben followed closely but stayed behind the safety of Tim's legs. Luckily we were at the Children's Museum which has lots of wonderful things besides Clifford. So although Ben didn't have an encounter with the Big Red Dog he did have a fun day.

1 comment:

augphoenix said...

What a great story! Whether it's Santa or Ronald McDonald or Mickey Mouse, it always seems that the kids are overwhelmed when they come face-to-face with their beloved characters. And enjoy the fact that he's still young enough that adores a big red dog instead of the next Britney Spears!

Your story reminds me of the time we took Glenn, who was 6 at the time, to see the Dinomation exhibit at a children's museum in Burlington, VT. After waiting in line the requisite 30 minutes, we finally enter the exhibit at the precise moment the animated T-Rex lets out his roar. Needless to say, Glenn spent the rest of the exhibit in his dad's arms with his arms in vise grip around his neck. Ah the memories! :-)