Today's Baby Boo's birthday but we celebrated it last night. It's been years since I'd been to the Big C's place (Chuck E.'s). I'll suffice it to say that this may be my last for a long time.
It's a place for parents who don't seem to care that their kids are climbing in sticky, gooey, germy slides or putting tokens in broken machines while eating pizza that tastes like cardboard. As Baby Boo put token after token in each machine, I had thoughts that if it was a slot machine, at least I might have a chance at winning some money back. Thank God she's two because we literally convinced her (faked her out) that she was driving the car or playing the games when we hadn't dropped in a single token. We cheered her on even when Game Over flashed across the screen.
In the midst of the screaming kids who were running around unsupervised, there was a glimmer of hope that we wouldn't be there for too much longer. Baby Boo was afraid of Chuck E. Cheese. Thank you God. She was petrified. Finally, she said those magic words, "Momo, no more Chuck E. Cheese." She wanted to leave the Big C's place for greener, bigger places. A place where french fries were abundant. We gladly left without shedding a tear.
All in all, after the ketchup bottle was consumed (with fries of course) and she ran around the house until the sugar was out of her system, it was a great celebration. Happy Birthday Baby Boo!
Lover of God, my awesome husband, Pastor J, my kids, bonus kids, furkids and chocolate. I'm a writer, with a passion for anything creative. I am silly, clumsy, honest, faithful and often times, pathetic but so thankful that God loves me just as I am.