Jones can read

Well, not really, but I'm sure he's way smarter having gone to the Madison Children's Museum. Admission: $2. Making your child more intelligent than all other kids his age: priceless. Just kidding. Your kid is smart too...if you consider eating your own boogers brain food.


Jones taped up his name all by himself. He's brilliant AND he can levitate. (See proof below)



I know it may look like I'm holding him up, but it's an optical illusion. I'm just standing behind him applauding his greatness. Note how nonchalant he is about the whole thing. Being awesome is no big deal to Jones.



The Water Room: best activity by far. The efficacy of those smocks? Not ideal.


Fountains in the water room. Jones actually hand crafted one of these for our tub last night, with a few improvements.


Dunking his hands...and eventually his forehead. Learning the properties of water by osmosis.



This is how a genius looks when hypothesizing.



Bird's eye view from a dinosaur skeleton. This bored Jones as he's already accustomed to seeing the peasants from on high. Those are his words, not mine.



Creepy donkey-mule-bull-goat.


Jones was less interested in the imaginary animal and more interested in using his perfect pitch to identify the note played by the bell.



Even creepier babies and chicken carcass in some sort of Native American edifice. Jones was not lured in by what was clearly a trap laid to ensnare less intelligent children.


Calculating the soil conditions necessary to grow root vegetables in an indoor climate.


Jones with our neighbor Addy. She was trying to force him to look at the camera. Jones got mad and challenged her to a spelling bee. He dominated her with the word "circumvent".




Rooftop garden. Just taking a break from naming indigenous plant species and discovering a new ecosystem.



All in all, Jones was moderately stimulated by the museum and contemplated his discoveries while enjoying a mild cheddar cheese on his classy bus ride home.