My mother was kind enough to watch the kids so Greg and I could spend some time in DC by ourselves. We decided to go to the Holocaust Museum first. I had been there before, but even so, it was still as horrific to me. It made me very grateful to live where and when I do.
Side note: As we were walking down the street - a busy street - my pants fell down. Quite funny, especially because there was a man walking right behind us.
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