And about half an hour later, we arrived at the surprise destination, and it was proclaimed that I was indeed the bestest mum (by the littlest), and there were 'beaucoup de' cheers and skipping.
The travelling exhibit was a big, loud music room with guitars and drums and shakers and pianos and kazoos and all the dress-up stuff so you look cool making music too.
After B was done being a rock star, she went on to become a letter carrier for Canada Post until she got distracted doing a Grimace puzzle (Little known fact - this is my favourite part of going to the Children's Museum. I sit beside it, in that chair, and wait for little kids to mess it up, and when they leave I show off my puzzle skills by putting it back correctly. El thinks I should be embarassed because some strange little kid showed me how a few years back, and now I act like some genius anytime I am around it. So flippin' what?). Then the kid flipped burgs and upselled nuggets at the little McD's. This kid has customer service skills up the wazoo. She even showed El to her table. It was a proud moment.
It was time then to go back in time where she served us tea and made a big pot of tomato soup on the little stove in the corner. When she couldn't find a cow to milk, she milked a big wall mural of horses.
Just before we left, the girls posed as astronauts with B on her tippy-toes and El on her knees. The three of us were a fit of giggles by that point.
We nibbled on some wine gums and threw back a few bottles of water, and we headed home again. I guess it wasn't such a bad idea to get out of the house after all. Silly monkeys.