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Dinosaurs, mammals, whatever.

Sunday dawned windy and cold, a good day to spend a couple of hours at the Natural History Museum. As I walked through the Hall of Advanced Mammals, navigating through crowds of presumably more advanced mammals, two women leading a gaggle of uninterested children passed by me. One of the women started chastising the children in that ridiculous singsong voice that parents use with kids to induce guilt (which seldom works):

“Kids, you’re not paying attention. Why aren’t you paying attention?”

[absolutely no response from the kids]

“See, the mommies are looking, but the kids aren’t looking. Come on, you’re missing the dinosaurs.”