With Scott and Olivia enjoying the rarified atmosphere of the Coliseum Theater, Laura decided to pursue a little culture on her own--at the British Museum, of course. Surely, she reasoned, there is at least one gallery that she failed to visit on one of her six previous trips. Off she went, five-year-old Meredith and three-year-old Cecily in tow. Remarkably, Meredith seemed okay with the idea of yet another trip to this place, but Cecily was a troublemaker from the start. The fact that she didn't have her faithful horse (Dad) to ride around on only made her attitude worse. Mom, ever keen to not give in to the domestic terrorist of the household, doggedly plowed through the exhibit anyway. Cecily made her displeasure known for the duration of the visit but saved her revenge for last: after 81 days of good behavior and three "false-alarm" trips to the bathroom this afternoon with Mom, she finally chose her underpants as the venue for her delivery while walking toward home from the tube station. With that unpleasantness, Laura is suddenly satisfied that at last she has seen enough of the British Museum.
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