We went to SF MOMA last minute on Monday and Ian didn't know what to expect. He didn't remember coming here as a baby. I had to promise him there was a store inside. I usually don't ascribe to bribery but I didn't want anything to ruin these plans. He loved it. The headphones were a plus and he loved punching in the numbers to hear about the art. He's now throwing around names like Cindy Sherman and Van Gogh. His favorite? Louise Bourgeois.