On Saturday, we took the three youngest to the Lincoln Memorial and the Museum of American History, which was far and away our favorite museum so far. We got to see Dorothy's ruby slippers, Julia Child's kitchen (my fave), Fonzie's leather coat, and the Bunker's chairs. The girls and I loved the first ladies' gowns. Henry did not. He writhed in agony, actually, because we were taking so long looking at clothes. Poor Jack was stuck at home. He spent about 20 hours on homework over the weekend, trying to catch up on what he's missed.