I'm up late, waiting for the police to come, because someone seems to have been in our home, though they haven't taken anything that we can tell. Disconcerting. I feel like throwing up.
Anyway, before this recent realization our day was very good. It was a day at the Barbican. We started at Q's favorite, the conservatory, which reminds me of like a very nice version of a mall in the 90s. But, as Q points out, it is less cramped than usual greenhouses.
The big event was a symphony concert for kids about villains (Darth Vader) and heroes (Superman), but the lead-up activities are just as good or better. We started with a craft. Blaze kicks hard into crafting mode whenever he sees a glue stick. He loved it.
Then we had a singing workshop that prepared the kids to sing a song about Billie the Kid.
Then there was a music-making workshop in which someone played a clarinet and someone played a tuba and the kids could all pick an instrument to play (Q--a triangle; Blaze--maracas). And then they made music that they would hear in the symphony, playing Billie the Kid's quiet footsteps and his quick footsteps and his horse, etc. The kids learn how the music can tell a story. That workshop was the kids' favorite.
Then we realized that some things in our home were out of place. After interrogating the kids thoroughly in order to be sure it wasn't them, we found some other things out of place and a door unlocked that we never unlock. And now we are waiting up for the police.