The gang and I headed across the bridge to the discovery museum this morning. Imagine our surprise when we pulled up and discovered a madhouse. Or, rather, a haunted madhouse. Today was the museum's annual Goblin Jamboree, an all-day smorgasbord of Halloween-themed treats and adventures. West did them all, of course, but that is a whole other post (don't worry - it's coming). This one is about sweet Tate, the only member of the family to avail himself of the free face-painting services. He proclaimed it a real hoot! More pictures after the jump, including my efforts to document the owl's disintegration (and Tate's eventual descent into slumber).