Museum Merrick Monday

If I had it to do over again...I think I would explain to Merrick that maybe...just maybe...some of the paintings and statues we were going to see might not have clothes on. But, we didn't.

So, into the first gallery we went, a gallery filled with giant canvases painted by Peter Paul Reubens, and Merrick says (quite loudly)..."Hey guys, how come all those people are naked?"

Later, (standing under a statue of David), he said..."Momma...look at that guys butt."

Ohhhh, the price you pay to try to get a 4 year old a taste of art.

Last art note: I do have to admit that Bad Grandpa did get Merrick to pose looking up at the "healthy" woman. Shame on me!

The part Merrick really enjoyed was riding the golf carts between the museum, Ringling's mansion, and the visitors center.

Later in the night, we all hit a fancy putt-putt golf course. We didn't keep score, but this much IS known.

Holes in one:
Grandpa...zero, nil, none.
Grandma...one.
Karen (daughter)...one.
Merrick...THREE!! Yes...THREE!!

It was fun.