Day Three: Those Hats and Glasses

The Old Post Office is a great place to get a meal. It's an authentic part of historic DC, but at the same time there are a number of shops and a small food court. We were happy to refresh and relax while we ate our late lunch there. Problem was, I forgot to warn the kids against foolish shopping. A number of them fell for the silly lures of a store that sells cheap electronic equipment; even after I saw what was happening and enlightened the others, the goobers were only too happy to ignore me and exchange good money for less-than-good various electronic accessories. But the worst purchases, in my less-than-humble opinion, were the gawd-awful hats and glasses that five otherwise-smart kids purchased. They not only bought the doggone merchandise, but then wanted to wear it around town! That was their prerogative, of course, but I refused to be seen with them, so instead of joining Ireri, Haley, Liliana and me for an adventure north of The Mall, these five headed off with the other kids and chaperones to explore whichever Smithsonian Museums attracted their attention.



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To be fair, I'm far from Mr. GQ (as AnnMarie so delighted to remind me when she was at the juniorhigh), so maybe my reaction against the hats and glasses is a sign of my lack of style. Sarah wrote recently that she still likes them. But I offer as evidence against the atrocious accessories these videos that Sarah shot of the three boys. (Something seems mucked up at the moment with embedded vids, so here's a direct link to the playlist)