I'd like to think I scored one for the good guys today by chaperoning my son's kindergarten class to the Harvard Museum of Natural History. There were 3 classes, with four parents per class, in addition to 4 teachers. I was the only guy in the whole mix. And, to boot, I brought along my baby girl in her stroller, which I had to hoist up and down the stairs of this musty old museum several times. There was an elevator, which I used a few times, but it wasn't centrally located, so it was just easier to lug the girl, in the stroller, all over kingdom come.

I also drove two moms in my car to the museum, beating the buses by about 20 minutes, and all the other moms by at least 5 minutes. All went well until the end, when my daughter started getting tired, fussy and crying, and my son was getting tired and his allergies were bothering him. We all held it together and he took part in a class photo, and my daughter calmed down and conked out on the way home.

I was the only one who had brought a sibling along, and felt good that I handled it all very well, my daughter was an angel (as always) and maybe, just maybe, the few tidbits I was able to pass along to my son and his two classmates for whom I was responsible, sunk in and made them curios to learn more.

Well, maybe that's asking too much.