We took Dace to the museum today, to see the Hatchlings display the Museum of SA currently has on show. This did not take long because Dace runs everywhere, even through museums. He did slow down in the gift shop (funny about that...) and of course, I bought him a 3' long soltosaurus made of this really freaky pliable rubber stuff that looks disturbingly real.

So, after lunch at the museum (where he informed us that if he stops talking for more then 20 seconds he'll lose his voice, so of course, he has to keep talking) we headed into Rundle Mall and Allens Music so I could get some sheet music for the piano I bought the other day and still haven't figured out how I'm getting home.

All of this was accompanied by Secondborn in her rent-a-wheelchair, because her back is so bad she can't walk more than 10 feet without pain and the specialist appointment isn't for another week and a half.

Needless to say, the dinosaur came with us. I have to say, though, nothing seems to spark a smile in people than a small boy walking through the city with his dinosaur.

Dace named the soltosaurus Ben. I voted for Kevin, but he didn't go for that. Oh, and we bought him new shoes at The Athlete's Foot where he insisted on brake testing every pair of sneakers he tried on, to make sure he didn't have a blowout.

There aren't words to describe the look on the poor salesman's face when he started doing laps of the store.:)

BTW... Secondborn claims the scariest words she's ever heard is me pushing her in a wheelchair, crying happily... "wheeeeee...."

Oh... and the music I bought? The Complete Idiots Guide to Playing Piano.

They saw me coming:)