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The other night we all went to one of those loud indoor pizza places with games and tokens. (You know what I’m talking about.) Somebody generously gave us an all-paid pass for our family to go, so we went.

I have mixed feelings about coin operated contraptions sitting under the soft glow of black lights while the dance mix version of “It’s a Small World” makes your heart involuntarily beat to its rhythm. I never feel comfortable. I’m in a constant state of worry that my kids will get lost in all that bling and commotion.

The endless buffet, the bottomless soda fountains, the self serve ice cream, the bling-a-ling-a-ling sirens of victory!

I felt like we were on that freaky island of pleasure from Pinocchio. When we left, I half expected to find some sinister looking, cigar chomping fellow in the back parking lot loading a bunch of Oshkosh wearing donkeys into the back of a truck.

It was like the kiddy version of Las Vegas.

The House always wins.

It’s a wonder to me how people pay good, hard earned money to go to places like these. An absolute wonder.

Decent pizza, though.

 

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2 responses »

  1. My kids ask to go there at least once a week, if not daily. We rarely go and by rarely I mean twice in five years. Last time I took the kids I had a baby the next day. Try taking them again around your due date, maybe you’ll have the same success I had. šŸ™‚

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