A funy thing happened at the museum today

Today, Ellie managed to get her elbow stuck in the elevator of the Children's Museum. Not in the door or anything, but in the rail that most people just hold onto with their hand (if they even touch it at all). Let me just start from the beginning...

Our friend Alex gave us a few family passes to the Houston Children's Museum. I thought it would be a fun thing to do with the family over our break. The day started out promising enough. The kids had fun driving an ambulance,

shopping,

surfing,

and even rock climbing.

Unfortunately, too many days of late nights and no naps were getting to Jack and we decided to make an early retreat. We boarded the elevator to go up one simple floor. As we were exiting, I hear Ellie scream, "I'm stuck!" I look back and see that her elbow is wedged between the rail and the wall. No big deal, right? What goes in, must go out? One would think. But no amount of pushing and pulling would free that elbow. The entire time, Ellie is screaming and crying hysterically. A museum employee decides that we need to remove the rail. I was all, no, no, I am sure we can pull her loose. Still no luck. At this point, Ellie's screams have drawn a crowd of concerned parents. Tom and I are trying unsuccessfully to fight back laughter while our small child is screaming at the top of her lungs. I consider taking a picture, but decide against it since all those people are watching and it might make me look too callous. Then, another employee runs and gets a bottle of dish soap which they pour down Ellie's arm. It does the trick and she pops free, but still keeps crying and screaming. They take her to their little medical area and give her an ice pack while filling out an incident report. Finally, we are free to go...back down the elevator, which causes more screaming from Ellie because she doesn't want to ride in the elevator ever again. Tom decides he will distract her by pretending his hand is stuck in the rail and he can't pull it loose. By this point, Ellie is hysterical and convinced that the elevator is out to destroy her entire family. I make matters worse by having her pose for a picture right outside the museum. I am sure there are more loving and caring parents out there, but you'd be hard-pressed to find them.