Parenthood means sacrifice. Not referring here to the sleep deprivation we have experienced with little Max. No, true sacrifice means a trip to Chuck-E-Cheese. On Tuesday, Noah's birthday, we headed over to our local Chuck-E-Cheese (Slumdog Cheese is what I now call it) for the first time as parents. Funny how different things look from the otherside. My memories from my childhood are sparkling and magical. As a parent, it was like stepping over to the other side of the tracks. The whole place felt like one big health violation. An inch of dust on the dining tables, unruly 5 year olds running wild with no parents in sight, and the parents that were in sight wearing outfits that I can only assume they were wearing to the clubs later that evening. On our magical evening, my dad got punched by one of the unruly 5 year olds, Noah's popsicle fell on someone's band-aid, and we paid 8o dollars for some pizza that so-far, noone has called me threatening a hospital bill. In my view, Chuck's place needs a serious upheaval. But still, Noah came out of it sparkling. Its amazing what a 45 minute bath in Lysol can do.
Dad, Noah, and Chuck
Noah was not happy. Couldn't blame him. The rides all produced the same circular jerking motion that gives you a stiff neck just watching.
Here's my brother-in-law and I enjoying the fine dining. The conversation went something like, "Do you know what time it is? Really...we've only been here 20 minutes?! Was thinking it had already been 2 hours, at least."
Until he dropped the ginormous thing on the ground. "Rinse it off," someone suggested - to my horror. There should be a sign posted that says, "The 5 second rule does not apply at Chuck's. Please buy your child a new food item." So here is Noah enjoying popsicle # 2. And all is well in the world again.
Which lasted all of 5 seconds before it fell on the floor. Right on someone's used bandaid.
"Hello, dad? Can you bring me another popsicle? Just keep them coming so I don't have to call again."
And all week long its been, "Mommy, horse is scaaaaary." "Its ok buddy," I say. "Horse went bye-bye." Is it so wrong if I use that scary horse as the excuse if he wants to go back? I mean really, I can buy those giant popsicles at the store and we all win.
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i didn't even get to play any skeeball. Hope you had fun Noah!
That place was beyond scary! Cub and I had a quick game of skeeball when I could get the ball away from Mason and I kicked his butt. If for some odd reason we ever make it back there, I challenge you to a game.
How Funny. Wow, the popsicles are ridiculous! Jeffrey calls him "Chuck-E-Rat"!!
I laughed so hard when I read this. We had the same "reality check" when we had our God Daughters birthday party there last year. I always remember it being so clean and fun - growing up sucks!
sweet words