Well It Wasn't The Best Day To Go Into Boston

I took the kids to the children's museum this afternoon without much thought about it being Marathon Monday until Mandy texted me telling me about the bombs that had gone off at the finish line. Mike had fortunately left work early and joined me at the museum, and we decided to make a hasty retreat out of Boston.

Because they canceled the rest of the race and closed many of the surrounding T stops, when we left the museum and started walking towards South Station we were joined by throngs of shell-shocked marathoners, some still wrapped in foil blankets.

We managed to wedge ourselves onto a packed train and headed back to Quincy. Charlie was standing next to a marathoner who had finished the race a few minutes before the bombs went off and proceeded to chat her up about what bombs look like, how many people were killed, where were the "bad guys" etc. Amelia mercifully was asleep otherwise who knows what would have been coming out of her mouth too!

We celebrated our arrival back in Quincy with a couple margaritas at a Mexican restaurant in Quincy Center where we had dinner and caught our first glimpse of the news.

Here are some pictures from the museum-- the kids had fun till we had to get the heck out of dodge!