Years ago, when I was probably Jack's age, my Dad took Craig and I to the powerhouse museum. The only thing I remember is going to a talk entitled the 'plastic woman'. I had envisaged someone like elastagirl, a stretchy superhero and was disappointed when faced with a static plastic dummy, even though she was see through. That is until her boobs lit up. Craig and I fell about laughing but my father was not amused. Obviously things have changed since then and Jack really enjoyed the visit. Especially the anti gravity chamber in the space exhibit. He was also quite taken with the tinsel in the Collette Dinnigan display but we scuttled away after he got busted for hiding in it. How could you not? And I was reunited with an old friend.