Winner! We loved Charleston’s Children’s Museum of the Lowcountry. Super cool exhibits. We didn’t get to play with everything this first trip, so we went ahead and bought a family membership. I’m certain we’ll get our money’s worth. We went with our pal, Becca. She’s here, in her feather boa, posing with the boys in front of the child-size entrance.
Becca and Ben loved the kid-life-size shrimp boat. They intermittently and simultaneously were fishers, workers, and pirates. Will liked the rubber fish, but was a bit put off by most of the other, older children on the boat and their boisterous play. Ben, on the other hand, is excited by the loud dramatic play scenes. He is especially attracted to the “captain”. You know him. The bossiest kid on the boat who has comandeered both the wheel and the captain’s hat? He’s yelling orders at whomever will listen to “man the sails!” “get the nets!” “no, I’M the captain!” The other children follow along with frantic yelling and running in their mock panic. This ‘stress’ theme seems to be common across age groups. I wonder if that’s just part of what makes action play exciting, or if it’s a sign of the times. Anyway, here are our little skippers.
The next best part of the museum experience was the grocery store. At least for Will it was. Ben did not secure a shopping cart quickly enough for his liking and returned to the shrimp boat with Becca. But Will. Oh my little shopper. The child-size metal carts are the same as the kid carts the boys love love love to use at Whole Foods. In the museum grocery store, though, the kid’s are in charge. Mama doesn’t get to say what goes in the cart. Once Will figured that part out, it was like a kid in a candy store, er, grocery store. Heh.
The store set up was adorable with shelves of packaged goods, a meat counter, a dairy case (with cool air blowing!), a flower display, a small refrigerator near the checkout lanes with convenience sized drinks. The checkout area was complete with a scanner that actually scanned (all the food had UPC labels!) and beeped and totaled up the bill on the computer screen.
As you can imagine, this is a hugely popular exhibit. Where he was daunted on the shrimp boat, Will charged right into the fury in the grocery. The produce section, where we do most of our actual shopping got a mere glance, with the exception of the procurement of one bright yellow plastic ear of corn. We don’t eat corn. Food sensitivities and diet protocol prohibit it. We haven’t had any in months, maybe a year. Will gleefully tossed that into the cart. He then zipped through the aisles where “real” cans, boxes, and plastic/rubber replicas of food items were neatly placed by their photo labels. None of it too familiar (since we eat mostly whole foods these days), he pounced on the things he recognized. “Mustard!” “Beans!” “Baking soda!” (which cracked me up) He didn’t even blink at the boxes of mac-n-cheese, crackers, or cereal. In the oh-so-cute, “air conditioned” dairy case, however, it was a different story. “CHEESE!!” Will exclaimed, practically exploding with enthusiasm. Where he had only selected one each of the other items, Will cleared the shelves of the cream cheese boxes, hunks of ‘swiss’, and bright orange cheddar. Will has never tolerated dairy well. As a breastfeeding infant, he’d puke if *I* consumed any milk products. His intolerance has continued until very recently with the introduction of goat’s milk cheddar. I believe we have an addict.
The grocery store was really really hard to leave. There was some screaming. Some falling down dramatically. Some throwing of baking soda boxes. And then a full recovery. Phew. We can’t wait to go back.