I have always wondered why parents take thier children to places like chuck e. cheese and when i figure out why we went there yesterday, other than i was desperately hungry for pizza and we had a gift card--i'll let you know. it's a smug little place, where acne ridden pre-teens chase each other and obnoxiously squeeze themselves into toys made for toddlers, where families of 10 hog skee-ball (the only good game) for hours at a time, and where mommies are spending $100 in tokens to buy a $3 ball decorated with and oversized rat. but my view is slanted since i wasn't feeling well. can you tell?
anyway, i think layne had fun and it was good for me to get out of the house. daddy laid the smack down on the large 1/2 cheese, 1/2 rabbit turd...excuse me...hamburger pizza. suprisingly the pizza was pretty good--i think they have to offer something decent when they steal people's money in mass quantities. probably what was more suprising was the old ketchup container layne found under the seat--which he of course began eating immediately. by the smell, it had to have been a couple months old. i would know this b/c i have a secret love affair with ketchup...another blog for another time. but is it not the all american flavor?--it makes anything taste great.
all that to say: please go to a pizza place/arcade and experience this kind of joy for yourself. your family will forgive you for it one day.