I was very cruel to my husband today. DS had a birthday party to go to and I suggested to DH that he might like to take DS. He knew that the party was at Chuck E. Cheese's, but apparently what that involved was unclear to him so he said yes. I've never been there myself, but I've heard enough about it that it was the last place I wanted to spend my Saturday afternoon!
Several hours after he returned home, and three beers later, he was still shaking his head in amazement.
"An onslaught to the senses."
"No wonder people don't like America if they think that's a typical American experience."
"It was so awful!"
"Hell on earth!"
"Chuck E. Cheese would make a lot more money if they sold alcohol to anesthetize the parents, but they probably couldn't sell it fast enough!"
Apparently the parents of the birthday boy were stunned too. "It wasn't like this 20 years ago!"
DS, on the other hand, had a blast and wants to know if he can have his next birthday party there.
That would be a resounding "NO!" from both parents.
Apparently I now owe DH big time!
16 hours ago