Cheesy

In a moment of weakness and desperation that veered far away from my normal thoughtful and intentional parenting, I promised the boys I'd take them to Chuck E. Cheese if they smiled naturally and beautifully in their re-take of the school photos. Yesterday the new photos came, and they indeed smiled nicely.



(Yes, I bought the photo CD so I have the right to post these on the Internet. No, grandparents should not print these, I have nice copies to give you.)


But it also meant the boys were going to hold me to my promise of taking them visit the home of cardboard pizza. We were tricky though, we fed them breakfast and took them in the morning before the normal Saturday morning birthday party crowd arrived. We left just as it started to get a line at the door, but before they got hungry for lunch. It's been years and years since we've gone. It was a regular hot spot for my peers and their toddlers when we lived in Northern California because it was warm and dry, opened at 9:00 a.m., and our kids were little enough to believe it was a playground you could climb on rather than something you would have to feed money into to make it move. Ah, the good ol' days!

Comments

Cassi said…
I think that's SMART parenting!

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