Nun wears out boy, i.e. man bites dog.

So we bopped on down to the Smithsonian on the Metro as I'd long planned. First museum? Air & Space, duh. Nunmother met up with us and watched us both go gaga for real spaceships. I confess to geeking out at my son in the exhibit about electromagnetic radiation & the Doppler effect. Shortly after he snarfed the cupcake that his grandma bought him, he insisted repeatedly on Metroing back to the hotel and all but ran out of the building where we bought it. In fairness to him, though, Air & Space is the most popular museum on the Mall and even on a Thursday morning it's pretty loud. Outdoors was also as hot & bright as July in Seattle. I thought it was perfect, of course.

He didn't want to go to the Museum of Natural History because it contains -- wait for it -- skeletons. They're dinosaur skeletons, for crying out loud. Napped, ate dinner with Nibscousin, but didn't make it back to the Mall today.