Allison (and friends Jessica, Andrew, Siena, Maia and Jessie’s parents).
The Brooklyn Children’s Museum is very far from the subway. Like, far. And they won’t let you in without a child, though they are apologetic about it. So Allison waited for friends and their two children before exploring the premises. It contained, unsurprisingly, both taxidermy and fake food, but also a water park for toddlers. Children’s museums are petrie dishes, and Allison clutched her bottle of hand-sanitizer like a rosary during a demon attack. Kids seemed to like it; the older one cried, “Ancora!” as we left. Allison’s friends are Italian.
Brooklyn Children’s Museum 3 stars