battleship texas

sunday. we take the scouts to see the battleship texas. boys like this. they dig it. it's big. there's weapons. what's not to like.




the firing of the cannons. this is the best part. they can rotate these cannons up and down, side to side, and take aim. i have no idea why boys like to aim and shoot things so much, but they just do. the girls take pictures.




the barbershop. i am confused as to why they have a full bar set up in the barbershop. until another mom tells me, dear, those are hair tonics. oh.




the bed situation. we are told that scouts can spend the night on said ship. but i don't want to sleep in a swinging bed. they smell. much like your grandparents' house.




this is where the rich people eat. that's what one boy said. and truly, these accommodations are much nicer than what we saw for the regular soldiers. it's all relative. because a captain's bedroom was the size of a utility room, as opposed to having one of the swinging beds. see? relative.




the scouts, and really, all the parents except for me, decide to climb up the battleship. i do not like tiny stairs. or people's butts in my face. or someone right on my heels. i stay on deck, take pictures, and check my facebook.



when we leave, i say a quick thank-you-god that it is 2009, that i never had to be a soldier, and that there is a mcdonald's right up the road.

god bless america.