We ventured to the Children's Museum a couple of weeks ago. I had a mad hankering for a caputo (Prosciutto, mortadella, salami, provolone, lettuce, tomato, olive oil & balsamic vinegar) sandwich so any excuse I can find to get within walking distance is fine by me (or more accurately, any excuse I can find to have Brad go walk and pick one up while I play on my phone...is fine by me.) Can we pause to talk about how I realize over and over again in public that my kid is "that kid". You know, the punky one? The wild one? The one that other "new moms roll their eyes and judge me" kid? But he makes me laugh so hard. He liked pretending he was Ron Hover . Little does the kid in the red car know, he's about to get carjacked.