The King Tut exhibit at the Franklin Institute was a bust yesterday: no tickets available until 6PM. No-go because Jeff had an evening appt. to see a friend.Instead, Jeff took Kenny to the Academy of Natural Sciences located right around the corner. Also crowded but less so.
Kenny liked the butterflies the best. Jeff said it was a smaller version of the Bronx Zoo. It would have to be, to be indoors.
Kenny wasn't as taken with the dinosaurs as Jeff expected him to be. At last, this is a place that Tim could also visit and do well. So, next trip, they both go ... with Daddy.
Photo: the "Scoop On Poop!" exhibit.
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