We just returned from visiting Washington DC with the boys. We had a really great time, the best being Charlie's enthusiasm for the things we saw. "Oh my gosh" was said on several occasions. The one thing Charlie really wanted to do was see the dinosaur bones in the Museum of Natural History, so we made that our top priority. After we saw all the dinosaur bones (and there are A LOT) we were "'sploring" and I saw a sign for the Hope Diamond, and I expressed my desire to see the "biggest diamond in the world." For some reason Charlie was instantly excited. We walked through the maze of displays of quartz crystals and semi-precious stones, all the way Charlie pulling me saying he wanted to see the "big diamond." We finally got to the display case, which was surrounded with oooing and aaahing adults. Charlie danced in excitement, trying to see around all the people. Finally it was our turn.
"Isn't is beautiful?" I asked.
"Is that it?" Charlie asked, gazing into the case at the necklace perched atop the rotating display stand.
"Well, yes," I replied.
"I thought it would be bigger than that."
I laughed. "How big did you think it would be?"
"As big as THAT," he replied, pointing to a four-foot quartz crystal in the corner.
My subsequent lecture regarding the concept of the rarity of a flawless diamond this size was delivered to the retreating six-year-old, who had run off to check out the elephant in the lobby.
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