It's a little bit of a drive for us, but with the knowledge that she could always fall back on the nearby IKEA for a some $1 frozen yogurt, mom made the trip. We arrived right at opening time, 10 a.m., and had the entire place to ourselves. There is a lot of interesting history about the adjacent airport -- it's where Wilbur Wright trained the first generation of military aviators -- but the biggest hit was the kid-centered activity station. We dressed up in bomber jackets, hats, goggles and scarves and did every single aviation craft they had -- we made airplane luggage tags, stamped planes onto glassine bags, and made paper airplanes. We literally stayed in that portion for an hour (it's also bordered by several interactive flight simulators, but we actually didn't spend much time on those). Much to mom's surprise, we couldn't have cared less about the actual airplane you could climb into. Likely because this one had NO LINE to wait in (unlike the National Air & Space Museum) and two steering wheels (so we didn't have to fight each other either) and where's the fun in that?
Word to the wise, you have to exit the museum by going through the gift shop. Mom was prepared, but still lost that battle. I made a beeline for "Flight Attendant Barbie," which mom found hysterical given No Monster in My Bed's post about "Astronaut Barbie" a few days prior to our visit. And yes, Flight Attendant Barbie has high heels, too. But, girl, I cannot get them to stay on. We played outside in the little play-yard and had our snack before heading back into town.
It's probably not a spot we'll visit frequently, but it's a good one to have in your back pocket.
didn't expect to meet two Mr. Wrights
just call me Charlie Blackwood
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