Bored to tears

We went to the doctor. Wyatt went for a wart and I went for my annual cancer screening. We tried the liquid nitrogen and that didn't work, so the Spanish doctor wants him to scrape it off little by little over a month and a half. He talked to Wyatt like the responsible person that he is, rather than to me on the assumption that Mom would be doing it all. 

The office was in a beautiful old building. Here's a thick, carpeted door with speaking hole. The ceilings were high, the floor squeaked underfoot, and Wyatt wanted to look for trapdoors. 

Here's the most beautiful utility shaft you've ever seen. 

Notice the decorations UNDER the stairs. 

And the fancy old elevator. 

I went with friends to an art museum with frilly armor.  There were also paintings and ceramics, and some modern artsy videos. Those varied from pointless to crude. 

Here is a jewel encrusted hunting knife. I can't imagine why you would need a fork and knife in your sheath, because you're probably out with an army of servants rather than skinning and roasting your meat yourself and eating it right off the spit. 

Chubby baby with the sword. 

We joked about giving each other fancy inlaid weapons. "Here honey, I got this for your birthday. "

Wyatt last night was literally bored to tears. He is still grounded from TV.  We drew pictures of each other and his of me came out as a zombie mom.