5/5 Janalyn G. 9 months ago on Google
My
husband,
our
little
girl
and
I
had
a
splendid
time
here.
Sure,
like
most
hands-on
children's
museums,
a
few
displays
were
in
want
of
a
little
maintenance,
but
the
customer
service
and
the
quality
of
the
experience
made
such
a
difference,
this
was
a
highlight
of
our
vacation.
There
is
a
splendid
interactive
darkride
here,
Knight's
Quest,
which
we
found
to
be
in
better
shape
and
more
fun
than
Boo
Blasters
on
Boo
Hill
at
either
Canada's
Wonderland
or
Carowinds,
Kings
Dominion
or
Kings
Island
in
the
United
States.
(Dark
rides
are
a
special
interest
for
our
nine-year-old.
She
has
a
*rating
system*
for
them
and
Lego
Discovery
Center's
has
the
best
score
of
any
interactive
still
in
existence.)
The
little
Wizard's
Apprentice
ride
went
down
while
we
were
there,
but
that
was
okay.
There
were
lots
of
other
playground-style
sections,
some
lovely
miniatures
to
examine,
tables
to
sit
and
build,
and
even
a
little
cafe
with
bar-style
chairs
facing
the
play
area
where
parents
could
have
a
cuppa,
watch
their
older
kids
and
catch
a
breath.
The
4-D
movies
were
delightful
and
refreshing
in
several
senses,
too.
But
the
best
part
of
the
experience
came
at
the
end.
It
had
been
a
long
day,
we'd
gotten
a
little
turned
around
with
the
maps,
and
our
little
girl
had
a
loose
tooth
that
stung
badly
enough
for
us
to
visit
Shopper's
(which
we
only
knew
was
a
drugstore
because
'Come
From
Away'
mentions
it,)
for
some
peppermints.
The
Lego
Discovery
Centre
had
been
so
wonderful,
and
the
day
was
ending.
As
children
do,
she
was
doing
that
little
panic
that
kids
will
sometimes
have
when
a
grand
experience
is
ending,
and
her
father
and
I
were
really
hoping
to
get
out
before
the
place
closed
and
not
be
Those
Americans.
A
hero
appeared,
and
the
excellent
Nicholas,
according
to
his
nametag,
helped
our
little
girl
by
explaining
that
while
the
exact
type
of
Lego
set
she
wanted
wasn't
in
the
store
that
day,
there
was
a
website
where
it
could
be
ordered
online.
And
in
our
local
currency!
(I
had
it
and
a
few
more
ordered
before
he
was
even
done
helping
us;
it
was
so
delightful
to
watch
her
and
her
father
building
and
testing
their
Lego
racers
on
the
little
ramps.
I
might
do
a
little
ramp
at
home.)
She
asked
if
there
were
any
Lego
people
she
could
get
to
be
patients
for
her
Lego
hospital
(yeah...dark
rides,
hospitals,
her
favorite
stuffed
toys
are
snakes
and
ravens...we're
not
Goth,
but
sometimes
I
guess
kids
are
born
that
way,)
and
the
brilliantly
patient
Nicholas
helped
her
select
the
most
perfect
of
bespoke
minifigures,
a
three-pack,
in
fact.
He
answered
her
endless
and
slightly
quirky
questions
with
the
dignity
and
consideration
one
would
give
a
visiting
ambassadrix,
rather
than
the
condescending,
amusement
so
many
people
give
precocious
and
mildly
offputting
small
girls,
and
I
got
the
general
impression
that
working
here
must
be
a
remarkably
fun,
if
emotionally
draining
job.
Like
teaching.
You
get
to
help
create
important
memories
for
families,
encourage
young
people
when
they're
at
a
critical
formative
stage
and
serving
as
emotional,
creative
and
recreational
support
for
adults
doing
the
hard
job
of
parenting.
If
being
a
parent
is
like
being
Agent
M
to
a
wildly
unpredictable
James
Bond,
going
to
the
Lego
Discovery
Centre
is
going
to
the
coolest
possible
Q
Branch
imaginable.
Working
with
Nicholas
to
choose
her
special
minifigures
was
a
core
memory
for
my
little
Secret
Agent
Doctor
Astronaut
Engineer
Teacher,
just
like
building
the
Lego
racecars
and
testing
them
with
her
dad
and
I,
riding
a
darkride
with
blasters
to
save
the
Princess,
patting
her
parents'
arms
as
we
tried
not
to
tear
up
at
the
glorious
sight
of
the
beautiful
Pride
parade
in
the
miniature
city
of
Toronto,
(mutual
friends
in
the
Gay-Straight
Alliance
introduced
us
in
'05,)
or
playing
with
children
of
every
color
and
creed.
It
was
a
day
of
perfect,
pure
fun.
I
have
rarely
visited
a
place
that
satisfied
positively
every
value
I
have,
but
I
found
it
here.
You
won't
be
disappointed.