I see dead people?
On Saturday morning Myles and I went to the Frick Art Museum. This is a small art museum built by Helen clay Frick that is totally free. Their current exhibit is Waking Dreams: The Art of the Pre-Raphaelites from the Denver Art Museum. The kids activity was to go through the gallery and look at diference portrayals of fairy-tale like scenes and characters, and they they got to make their own tapestries. Kind of cute and Myles really enjoyed it.
After we were done in that gallery, we went to their permanent installations of antique cars. Myles was very good about not touching anything, until we got to one car, Miss Frick's own Lincoln. Myles asked if he could climb in it. Naturally, I said no. Then he told me that there was a boy in the car and he wanted to sit with him. I looked at the car, and as far as I could see there wasn't any little boy in the car. So we walked to the side of the car, where the doors were open so we could see in the car. I showed him that there wasn't any boy in the car.
"He must of climbed out," he explained. And then he walked around the car and kept asking, "Where did he go?"
I asked him what the boy looked like. He told me he was wearing a grey shirt. So I pointed out to him that his shirt had grey sleeves, and maybe he saw his reflection. Myles reminded me that his shirt was red everywhere else, and the boy was wearing an all-grey shirt.
Of course, none of the other little boys in this part of the museum was the boy he thought he saw.
After we were done in that gallery, we went to their permanent installations of antique cars. Myles was very good about not touching anything, until we got to one car, Miss Frick's own Lincoln. Myles asked if he could climb in it. Naturally, I said no. Then he told me that there was a boy in the car and he wanted to sit with him. I looked at the car, and as far as I could see there wasn't any little boy in the car. So we walked to the side of the car, where the doors were open so we could see in the car. I showed him that there wasn't any boy in the car.
"He must of climbed out," he explained. And then he walked around the car and kept asking, "Where did he go?"
I asked him what the boy looked like. He told me he was wearing a grey shirt. So I pointed out to him that his shirt had grey sleeves, and maybe he saw his reflection. Myles reminded me that his shirt was red everywhere else, and the boy was wearing an all-grey shirt.
Of course, none of the other little boys in this part of the museum was the boy he thought he saw.
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