Owen is a huge fan of vehicles. He loves it all, though he does favor trains and buses to planes and trucks. This museum was toddler Nirvana. It was a fascinating place with subway-cars and buses from several eras. Eric and I were equally fascinated and hope to go back without the Bear at some point. There were so many interesting factoids and pieces of reading material... but they were just a blur as we chased our 21 month old lightning bolt who zipped from exhibit to exhibit.
As a New Yorker (born and bred) Owen is naturally a strap hanger. 
He understands that on the subway, you don't ever want to engage the crazies.
If you forget your reading material, there is always some fascinating tidbit up above you. These days it is all about Dr. Zizmore and his zit-busting remedies. Back in the days of wicker seats, it was all about the magnetic pull of hats. Who knew so many women preferred them?
He drove this bus right into the ground, and had a grand ole time doing it.
Driving a subway train was a little more frightening. You have to be very careful to open the doors on the right side of the train. Whoops.
More nuts. You expect this on the real subway, but at the subway museum?
Keep your eyes peeled. Alert, awake and safe to ride. That's Owen's motto.Here are three sweet moments from our special day at the museum. The first clip is his initial reaction to seeing buses you can run right up to. Brief, but cute.
3 comments:
what fun...i wanna go too!
It is so not fair to post blogs this cute when i am on the other side of the country and cannot hug him properly!!!
Back in the day, the subways with wicker seats - lettered lines only (IND and BMT lines, not IRT)- were not smooth as in the museum replicas and generally made standing preferable, even though those old cars were not air-conditioned. Oddly, the loose wicker strands that stuck into you became more agressive when the trains were going through Brooklyn. 'Struth.
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