Anna, Quinn and I went to Chuckie Cheese last night. It was Quinn’s first visit and neither Anna or I had been there in many years. The animatronic mouse is much less creepy that I remember him, making it safe for small children and stoned teenagers alike. I really expected to see some stoned teenagers, I guess they frown on that sort thing these days.
While I have totally lost my aptitude for Skee-Ball I did discover that I am pretty gifted at a Jurassic Park-themed ball game called Raptor Captor. Quinn took a little spill earlier in the week after slipping on a treacherous patch of wet leaves. When I asked her about the scab, she shook her head solemnly and said, “I was walkin’ in the leaves.” And we all know how dangerous that can be. Through the miracle of digital photo editing, the little mark on her chin has been removed. The trauma of peaking under the curtain at the Bear Family Band when Anna was a child, however, is not so easy to remove. But, that’s a story for another day.
I don’t like to toot my own horn but I am way better at Raptor Captor than Quinn. She may have a fist full of tickets in this photo but it was me, all me, that racked up the tickets. I just want to be clear about that.
