There are worse places for a little boy to wait for his dad to finish work and come meet us. 🙂

It was the first of (I’m certain very very) many trips to the Natural History and Pitt Rivers Museum.  As someone who was parotting the film commentary at the London Natural History Museum before the age of three, I’m looking forward to revisiting my dinosaur-loving past.

(Some of FB’s grandparents, who have been going with his cousins for the last five years are understandable, less enthused. But you can’t stand between a boy and the skeletons of giant prehistoric lizards.)