This is the look you get when ask three little girls who have just toured the National Portrait Gallery if they want to continue to the National Gallery next door.
I know this isn't profound...but I *love* this picture! It mirrors what my family experiences at the end of my incessant museum visitations! "Dear, do you *have* to see *everything*?" What adorable girls you have, Scott! Cherish them! I know you will.
Transplant a family from the vast open spaces of rural America where everybody is white and the SUV reigns supreme to a multicultural urban capital and see what happens next. It's bound to be better than reality television. Watch this space as our journey unfolds.
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I know this isn't profound...but I *love* this picture! It mirrors what my family experiences at the end of my incessant museum visitations! "Dear, do you *have* to see *everything*?" What adorable girls you have, Scott! Cherish them! I know you will.
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