Before I became a parent, I vowed I’d never do it. I professed that I would never descend into that form of earthly hell commonly known as Chuck E. Cheese. Now fast forward about three years. Not only have I taken Sam there, but I have to admit I had so much fun there today as did he and his buddy Trent on the truly monstrous monster truck. Heck, I even thought the cheese-e. pizza smelled downright delicious! Although I didn’t eat any (this time anyway), I sure do have to eat my pre-parent words right about now. Parenthood has forced me to do that more than once, so just add it to the growing list. Ah, the Biblical saying, “Judge not, lest ye be judged” comes to mind.
Go, Chuck E., Go! And I won’t judge you one bit — anymore. And hoping you don’t judge me on my hypocrisy… Thanks for the rockin’ good time. Looking forward to using up the rest of our, I mean, Sam’s tokens-of-fun very soon. That coupon sure came in handy!
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