So, we went to the Philadelphia Museum of Art late one evening.
The museum is there, behind the hugest statue of George Washington I've ever seen. There was no way we could get past the statue without stopping to check it out.
"Oh my God, Becky, look at her butt!"
The Prometheus Bound exhibit was fabulous, but since all the pieces were on loan from other museums, there was no photography allowed in that gallery. But, we did talk the kids into seeing one other gallery, because there was going to be a Van Gogh, and that's Connor's favorite painter.
We saw a lot of favorites, actually:
We didn't go up to see this one up close, but Connor is pretty sure it must have been Artemis. I think that's a pretty good guess.
This giant sculpture of Prometheus was out in front of the building.
It turns out that all it took to turn my kids into art lovers was a trip to a world-class museum to see painters that they had actually heard of, and a bunch of scary paintings of a story that they were familiar with.
We could have spent days in this museum, but we only stayed for about an hour. Short and sweet - so as not to ruin a good thing.