Today Mr. W and I took my parents to the Getty Museum. My mom had been wanting to go, which my supersleuth powers picked up through her barely perceptable hints, as follows:

Mom: Have you ever gone to the Getty Museum?
Me: Yeah, I have, with my friend Lily.
Mom: Oh. I really want to go. I’ve been wanting to go.
Me: I see.

It was a beautiful day in L.A., uncharacteristically clear, after the 3rd day of a long weekend.

Mr. W stopped to take a picture of a pretty yellow flower in the lawn. A chicken stopped by to admire the flower, too.

I can pose for a sculptor, too.

In the gift shop, I found this really cool paper camera with a scalloped lens!

It makes me look like this.

Ha! Stupid kids.
crybabies getting stepped on by some Greek god

Fun with Mom & Dad!
family portrait

Afterwards, we all went to Beverly Hills for some garlic lunch at The Stinking Rose. It was a very nice day.

All photos courtesy of Mr. W (except for the one of the kids crying, which I took on his camera). Roll mouse pointer over photos for captions.