In a former life, looking down at the back of my hand and seeing a stamp usually meant that I had spent the previous evening (and morning) at a bar, hanging with friends, and listening to some great (or not) music.

Not Anymore.

Today Trevor and I had a "Boy's Day Out", and left Tara at home. She had some work to do, and appreciated the time to herself. We took the MBTA Commter Rail into Boston and visited one of our favorite places, The Childrens Museum. Fully stamped, we ran towards the four floors of excitement that awaited us. It was nice to see Trevor growing up, and seeing his interests and skills changing.

For the first time, he experimented with the climbing walls and fully embraced the multi-level climbing tubes which he had previously been terrified to approach. He did get a little skittish a few times when he lost sight of me for longer than he liked, but that was quickly corrected as soon as he saw other kids playing.

As his Dad is, Trevor is a very social person. He couldn't avoid chatting with other kids in the museum, inviting them to join him, building little teams that followed him through the tubes. Many of the kids were older than he was, yet still followed his lead and joined in on the games.

One of the kids that Trevor was playing with, asked Trevor to help him find his brother. The kid told us that his brother was 5 and had light up shoes just like him. Scanning the entire area, I tried to help the two boys, and came up empty. After a while, I found Trevor with the boy and asked if they found him yet. Trevor looked at me confused, and said "This is his brother, the other boy is there." He then pointed next to him where an identical boy stood. Weird.