On the first Tuesday of every month, Seattle's museums open their doors to the public for free.
Since museums are crazy expensive these days, it's really the only way to go.
We saved the Seattle Art Museum for last, and in my opinion, it really was the best.
Even the kids loved it (despite being yelled at by a guard for stepping on a modern art exhibit that looked more like a discarded gum wrapper).
Lola requested we ride the monorail (big shocker there), and since we were down to the final days of our summer adventure, we finally gave in to her passionate requests for a souvenir penny at the train station.
We're growing soft in our old age.
Lola stopped to give "the silver guy" at the Westlake Center a hug.
She'd been concerned about him, since the last time she saw him he wasn't wearing a coat.
We finally tracked down the giant man with his hammer and headed inside.
The exhibits are a little strange, but very cool.
I've never been one for modern art, but we had a lot of fun browsing Seattle's funkiest pieces.
Some of the "art" was a bit much for my taste.
I mean really, cardboard?
Yeah, it's a coffin.
Also, the technicolor toilet.
It's become infamous in our house, seeing as how it inspired Lola to bust out the finger paints on ours.
As I mentioned before, I was shocked at how much the kids seemed to enjoy themselves.
I'm hoping it means they're artistic prodigies, but it probably had more to do with the skittles we kept slipping them.
As we walked home, I couldn't help but be completely overwhelmed by how lucky we were to live in such an amazing and beautiful city.
There's never time to be bored in Seattle.
Cheesy, but true.