A few weeks I went to the Betty Brinn Children’s Museum with my son and my 2-year-old grandson. It was our first time there, and he fit right in from the moment we arrived. We explored all the displays and kiosks—he worked at the pizza shop, bought groceries, and even tried his hand at construction. Watching his curiosity, confidence, and joy as he moved from one area to the next filled my heart. We will definitely go there again. This is a day I’ll always remember: three generations together, watching a little boy discover his world through play. 💞




