The navajo museum is about indians. I learned how they were put in jail by white men.
They carried their babies in little cribs with
a board that they lean up against. At first
they don’t like it, then they cry to get back in.
The board is to help the babies bones grow
strait. At the gift shop, my dad got some indian
tea for my mom. My mom got me some insect bite relief for my nasty bites.