On Saturday, we stopped by the hall of taxidermy just to take a gander at the animals. Toby was busy looking at some sort of horned ungulate when an 19 month old boy spotted him and came running over. Toby noticed the charging boy and stood his ground, and so there in full view of the horned ungulate and two sets of parents they had a head on collision. But, instead of tipping over or crying, toby looked up and gave the boy a hug. Someday I’m sure he will face social castigation if he uses such a conflict resolution tactic, but until then it sure is adorable.After the museum, we went outside where there was a large and awful music festival that would eventually feature mos def, but at the time there were just horns blaring out of the PA. We met up with Isaac and he and I went through the elaborate security procedures necessary to purchase a beer, which involved procuring beer tickets and hand stamps so that we could enter the official drinking area and acquire drinks. Toby and jon met us inside the drinking area. Apparently the elaborate security system mostly involved a piece of police tape around the edge of the drinking area indicating its boundaries. It reminded me of the very fancy cigarette machines in japan that would take your photo to determine if you were of age before selling you cigarettes. According to those machines, toby can pass for 18, as long as you hold him up high enough to look into the camera. Next thing you know he’ll be sneaking into bars, as long as he can find a friend tall enough to hoist him up onto the stool.
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