Today I (Kris) took Ella to the art museum. I wasn't sure if she would be completely bored or only mostly bored. But it turned out, she liked it quite a bit.

Her favorite painting was one titled "Saint Joseph and the Christ Child" by Sebastian Martinez. I can't find a picture of it online, unfortunately, but it's a picture of Joseph pulling a three year old Jesus away from a bowl of fruit he's reaching for. For some reason, Ella really latched on to this painting, gazing at it for a good five or ten minutes, asking me a lot of questions about it. "What are they doing?" "Why does Jesus's daddy say 'no'?" "What does Jesus say?" "What does Jesus's daddy say?" "What does Jesus say?" "What's the fruit for?" "It's not their fruit! It's not for Jesus!" "Can Jesus borrow it?" And so on.

She was also quite fascinated with a sculpture of three year old Jesus, innocently naked and reaching forward, looking sort of intense and curious like he's about to touch something with an unfamiliar texture. "Is he mad?" "Hey, he got a penis just like Jacob has a penis. Cause Jesus is a boy!"

After a while, we went to the contemporary art section. One of the installations consists in some silhouettes painted on the wall, with a projector projecting a background scene onto the wall. Ella ran in front of the projector and yelled "Look at the shadows! Look at my shadow! My shadow's dancin'!" and with that, she began to dance, carefuly watching her shadow as it echoed the dance.

We have mislaid our battery charger, so I had no batteries and so had no camera. I really wish that I'd had it today because it's difficult to explain how beautiful Ella's dancing was. It managed to be both toddler-spastic and ella-graceful at the same time.

We next proceeded to come in severe danger of getting kid fingerprints on several abstract paintings. Ella next accused a museum attendant of being a statue. When he laughed at this, she looked somewhat amused but betrayed. "Hey, that's not a statute! You're not a statue!" When he acknowledged this, she then volunteered "I'm not a statue either. I'm a Ella!"

Another installation consisted of three giant sculptures of donkeys standing on carts. Ella was very interested to find out which was the mommy, which the daddy, and which the baby. She begged to be allowed to pet them, and then to be allowed to look inside one's nose to see if it had any boogers.

The last piece we looked at consists ins about 48 transparent panels making a floor, under which are tens of thousands of tiny figurines of men and women holding the panels up. You're allowed to walk over them at will, and Ella willed to walk over them. We spent ten or fifteen minutes in there as she walked, then ran, then tumbled and twirled back and forth over the panels.

We then shared a lunch downstairs of apples, cheese, bread and a cookie while she read some of the kids' books the museum's cafe has conveniently displayed in its dining room.

Then we picked up Jessica from work and told her all about the great day we'd had.