Another stop on our LA adventure over Christmas break was Ooga Twooga, an art gallery in the warehouse district. This was not a good place for kids, but I didn't care. I was still riding the pre-kids memory train.
While we walked around the store, the boys meandered around looking at the art and books on the shelves. They were surprisingly quiet and seemed to be entertained. As I'm flipping through zines by local artists, Dexter walks over and asks me to read his new button. Um... It read, "Don't Fuck With Us, Don't Fuck Without Us". While this was a pretty awesome button, it surely wasn't meant for a 6 year old.
Meanwhile, I find Teddy standing in front of the desk where the young gallery girl is working. You can tell she's slightly uncomfortable with his presence and doesn't really know what to do or say. He has picked up a Lazy Mom bumper sticker (I shit you not-way to be ironic kid) and is aiming a handheld motorized fan at the young woman. Obviously Jason is still enveloped in his art search, unaware of that fact that our kids are fashioning sex awareness buttons and taunting the employees with battery operated devices. I kind of liked it. I liked the fact that this 20-somthing got a taste of what kids are like. I enjoyed the fact that she was uncomfortable and hopefully appreciated her freedom a little more. She was probably counting the minutes before we left.
Being back in LA made me feel like I was living my pre-kids life again. I kept feeling myself zoning out into my own world and thinking about my own wants and needs. It was kinda nice being selfish for a few hours as we explored the hidden art galleries around town.