I know I mentioned the Carebears are the devil, but if they are the devil, ChuckECheese must be their god.
I'm taking the plunge. We're taking the kids to ChuckECheese this afternoon. Kill me. Please?
I don't know why this really came about. I hate to admit that this ~was~ my idea. Yeah, suddenly I heard myself asking two children "Do you want to go to ChuckECheese?". I almost clasped my hands over my mouth, denying it was even said. But they sure heard it because I saw two little beings jumping up and down at the prospect.
Kids don't forget. You think their minds are more like minds of goldfish, where they reset every now and again. But oh no. They remember.
When my oldest was only 2 years old, my father told her "When you get older, I'm going to take you to Disneyland." First of all, I didn't even realize she knew what disneyland was, but the aspect of it was pretty exciting. Just about every morning, she would wake up to tell me Grandpa is taking her to disneyland when she gets older. And then I stopped hearing about it. The morning of her third birthday was different. She woke up to her birthday excitement saying "Mommy, I'm older now. Grandpa is going to take me to Disneyland." Whoa.
I had to explain that three wasn't the ripe old age of disneyland antics and she accepted that just fine. Until she turned 4. "Mommy, I'm older now. Grandpa is going to take me to Disneyland."
He better take her. That's all I'm saying.
So, what do you think the chances of her forgetting today is ChuckECheese day?