MOMA (aka: look grandma at the chair.)

Museum of Modern Art.

Our favorite exhibit were the photography, which you can't take pictures of, that is if you are obeying the rules. Which Justin broke a few, using his cellphone (that was my fault I called him to find out where he was) and then waving. Just so you know do not wave in the MOMA.

P.S. If you have one of the small Dysons, IMac G4, or a white originial Ipod don't let your kids give it to DI when you die because they are all in the MOMA.