As we get ready for yet another day of fun-filled museum going with three children, including an eight-year-old boy who thinks museums are God’s way of saying, “I’m going to mess with you,” Mrs. Dreher was just heard to say, “Where the hell is Mary Freaking Poppins?”
This is a new one to me. Is Mary Freaking Poppins a hidden gem of a Paris museum? Is it a metro stop? A macaron depot favored by young’uns? Help me out here, people.