I thought we might get through their childhood without going to Chuck E. Cheese. I've successfully convinced the girls it was too far away for us to just visit. For seven and one-half years I was able to get away with this. I guess I just hoped we'd get through another year or so without spending time with the germs, noise, mess, etc. Oops, I mean the games, life-like bears and pizza. At that point the girls and their friends would be too old for Chuck E. Cheese.
My luck ran out. This Saturday we break the streak. The girls are going to a birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese. The birthday girl only invited six children, so it would be hard for us not to attend. We don't really have anything else going on. It's just that I don't want to go.
Of course I will take the girls to the party. I know they will play games, watch the show, eat too much pizza, have fun and talk about it for days.
My husband doesn't have to go. I got him out of it because he has to stay home and watch the dog. It's the least I can do for him.