I love museums and always have. I have very fond memories of touring the museums in Europe by myself before I had children. I got to go at my own pace: not rushing past something I want to read or sitting around waiting for someone else to read something. It was so self-indulgent. I loved learning how European countries, through their museums, presented historical events from a different perspective. But alas, the days of Victoria-paced museum time are gone.
I now chase two little girls through museums, trying to keep my eyes on both of them and their hands and bodies off exhibits that are not "touchable." Thankfully, my girls love museums. The element of exploration and discovery excites them. They frequently squeal and run around from exhibit to exhibit.
Since we have been home schooling, we have been to a lot of museums. They have learned that the words next to the exhibits describe the exhibit. Catherine will read the titles of some of those placards, while Sabrina pretends to read the placards.
Today we went to the Atlanta History Center, a first for my kids. Museums now do a great job with "immersive" experiences. The girls would not stand next to the pot because they said it was hot and they could not touch it: