Sunday, April 19, 2009

Chunky Cheese

I took the boys to a birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese this weekend.

The End.

PS: We survived. Barely.

PPS: This is what happens to your brain if you go to a Chunky Cheese. You are never able to form an original thought again. This is a result of the creepy mouse and all his carni kicks who suck the thinking parts of your brain out and replace it with the part that enables you to scan two small children in a moving, whining and germ-laden crowd.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Was it a curdling experience (blood or otherwise)? :)

xoxo --sdw

Anonymous said...

I don't understand this "choose an identity" option. I'm not really anonymous. I know who I am. You know who I am. Guess that's all that matters. That and I'm glad you survived the CEC experience. Ahh, the things that test our mettle! --sdw

Leah said...

The End. Oh, how that made me laugh!! Glad you survived!

We've been once, curtesy of a birthday boy in Em's 4's class. Half the games were broken, the other half were out of tickets, and we drove around for 20 minutes before could even park to get in in the first place. We haven't been back.

Dodi said...

I was thinking of having Ellie's b-day there. Want to come? Tee hee. You couldn't pay me.