I Spy

Last week, or maybe it was the week before, I took the kids to the museum to see an exhibit by the author of the I Spy books. I was concerned how Nathan would behave and was pleasantly surprised that he loved the whole experience. He was so GOOD! He didn't touch, climb, yell, scream, or cry. He actually was interested in the art and asked questions about it. So while I still cringe every time I have to take him to a concert, and wish I could not claim him while we're there, I feel there is hope. So while we're trying to listen to a choir or band concert and he tries to get the audience to watch him instead, I'll just breathe slowly as I remember he actually does understand the idea of looking at something instead of needing others to look at him. Or is it just the irony in the fact the exhibit was entitled, "I Spy."