Colonial Cat Poo

Roll up, roll up. Try on these glasses, and see the world through the eyes of a two-year-old. Gasp at the sheer quantity of sticks on offer, simply lying on the ground. They even grow on trees. Delight in the workings of the escalator, the greatest invention ever. Wile away the hours standing on the square manhole cover, then the round one. Or for an extra thrill, turn on your super-powered prohibited-item vision and freak those adults out.

It's true though, that in a mountain of innocuous objects, kids have a sixth sense for putting their hand on the one thing that could do them damage. Our latest attempt at sightseeing took us to the Hyde Park Barracks where my son immediately set about cleaning the gravel off the gravel and dirt pathway. I encouraged him to check out the installation artworks scattered around the grounds, and his response was to begin excavation on one of the remoter corners of the barracks where he soon unearthed what I believe was a cat poo. What a find. I'm sure there can't be too many buried around (when was the last time you saw a cat in the CBD?) and I felt the dilemma of whether to praise or punish.

Well, I certainly wasn't going to shake his hand. We settled for washing them, which he always enjoys. So there you go. The toilets at the Hyde Park Barracks Museum come highly recommended.

9/10.