Like the Grinch experiencing the goodness of Whoville, my heart grew when I eyed the two children sitting patiently with their father as they viewed the 15th century Adoration of the Magi in Washington’s National Gallery, and I felt a stab of admiration for a dad who introduces his kids to the vast world of art and culture. It brought back sweet memories of hauling our young ones through the many corridors of the D.C. Smithsonian Museums and Art Galleries until they gravitated to what was to them (and often times me) the more exciting avenues of the National Museum of Natural History. Nothing beats the lifelike giant whale suspended from the ceiling of the ocean room, the impossibly large Hope Diamond, or the eight ton African elephant living large on its jungle setting in the rotunda. And the dinosaurs! With so many exciting options to choose from, this father earned extra points for persuading his two children to actually SIT for a few minutes and contemplate the Renaissance Masterpiece before them, even if there might have been a secretive thought or two about where that giant Tyrannosaurus Rex might be hiding and what route would get them to the dinosaur wing the fastest.