I decided one day to go on a cultural visit to an art/object gallery with my 3 year old son. This was a very prestigious and expensive gallery with thousands of paintings and antique objects. I was very worried about him breaking something and as the well-dressed clerks followed us around the gallery, I guessed they were worried too. I pointed out some very old toys that his grandparents might have played with when they were little and antique nick-nacs and furniture. He was very quiet and looked at everything. When we were heading toward the door all of the clerks smiled and seemed quite relieved. My son's parting words which echoed through the room were "Mom, this is nothing but a room full of junk! I couldn't help but laugh but did not bother to turn around to see what the clerks thought of his assessment.