No, not the doll. The mouse. A few weeks ago we took the kids to Chuck E. Cheese for the first time, after much delay. Little Man had chosen this as his reward for being a good friend last summer. I don't know why I thought it would be so bad. I had a thoroughly great time. It's a place designed to nurture little gamblers, mind you, but it was good fun. And good pizza.
Little Man loved trying all the games, and sported a look of extreme, tongue-out, concentration while playing. KW got creeped out by the first little ride she rode and preferred to hang back and watch the rest of us play.
I played a rousing game of Whack-a-Mole in homage to one of my favorite parenting articles of all time. I held the high score for the night.
And, speaking of parenting, this mom is showing her little girl how to walk up the ski-ball ramp and put the ball in the highest scoring hole. You should have seen how offended she looked when she was asked to quit showing her child how.to.cheat.
Both kids found their favorites by the end of the night - KW talked on the phone to Chuck E. and Lee discovered air hockey.
Such fun. I have already created the Self-Control Challenge for this summer, with another visit as the prize. (More on this later, because I am part of the challenge - no yelling.)