At the ICA

Above: Zach, Sarah, Gretchen and Jeni in the entrance of Boston's Institute of Contemporary Art (ICA). Jeni is drawing - extremely detailed story board cartoons of Monster High plot lines; the rest of us were just goofing around, basking in the February sun. Zach might have been eating a mint chew from one of the exhibits - a large floor space covered in the candies, where after much time reminding the kids not to touch, the guard suggested we take one to eat, go figure.

The hour spent watching a dream-like multi-angle video project about China likely reprogrammed my son's brain, yes. And he loved a 5-minute video of black oil dissolving a block of white sugar cubes so much we had to watch it twice. He also just couldn't get enough of the huge glass elevator with exposed springs and counterweights. But nothing beat running up and down the stairs out back.

Sarah and Gretchen, taking self-portraits while the kids ran laps on the stairs:

 

And Jeni, upstairs.