There's an unpredictable "washroom factor" you need to account for whenever you travel with kids. Case in point: on Sunday morning, on our way to the Ft. Lauderdale airport to drop me off, Gabe announced he needed to make a pooh. This caused no end of stress for me, but we were able to find a big store (I think it was a Kmart or Michael's) with a public bathroom along the highway, and still make it in time.
Flick found out about the Young at Art Museum and planned a trip with the kids on her own. According to her, they spent over four hours there! Please enjoy this small album and these highlights:
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