A classmate of mine works for the National Aquarium and got us passes for Sunday. They have a no-stroller policy, so we had to break out the backpack, which was actually fine (although Samson is definitely heavier than I remember from last time).
There are several areas where visitors can stand and look up into the water, and I could see his little face reflected on the glass, staring up at the sharks as they conducted their silent patrols. Spooky. [I was thinking about it as we walked around, how even the fiercest mammalian predators still retain something recognizable in them that speaks to a capacity for more than just killing. But watching the lidless sharks knife their way through the water filled me with equal parts dread and wonder.]
The aquarium also features an Amazon rainforest exhibit and an Australia section. For some reason, this last exhibit was practically empty, so we liberated young Samson from the pack and let him wander around. I think being able to press his nose against the glass and look at the sleeping freshwater crocodiles was the highlight of his day.
Again, kind of a spooky juxtaposition.
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