I have apparently crossed a threshold. When we saw the Footguard (whom I mistakenly called a Beefeater to the children- oops!) I looked at him as a mother and wished I could offer him a cookie, a hug, and a hot cup of cocoa. Once upon a time, I would have wondered if he had a girlfriend. :-)
Megan spent the entire time playing a rather complicated seeming game involving marbles and dice but we never did get a good picture.
Noah was convinced that the symbol for England was a tiger. I finally took him over to some of the "servants" to ask them and they confirmed it was, indeed, a lion. After that disappointment, it was time to talk Christmas. Noah reported that he was hoping for a red apple.
We then saw the crown jewels and various armament through the ages. Of which, there is little to say but that the former was very sparkly and the latter looked very uncomfortable.