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for Chuck E. Cheese. It's official. Nathan wanted to eat dinner there for his birthday on Friday, but knowing what it would be like on a Friday night, I talked him into waiting until this week. So, tonight it was. Ohmygosh. I am just so over it. We got some package with 50 tokens and the boys were off. WAY sooner than I would have imagined, DS #2 was back at the table asking for more tokens. I told him no, and you would have thought I had said that the dog had died. He sat there and pouted for about twenty minutes until the pizza came. I had to prevent DS #1 from spending $10 of his own money to buy himself more damn tokens. DH questioned my actions on this one, thinking that natural consequences might have been punishment enough, but I glared at him across the table and declared loudly that I wasn't going to sit around in there getting a headache while DS #1 trolled for more crap prizes. We left as Chuck E. and company were singing "you say happy, I say birthday! HAPPY! BIRTHDAY! etc." and somehow it followed us to the car. I had HAD it with the ungrateful children (although DS #3 had been blissfully happy the whole time) but didn't want to end the evening on a negative note. So I started my own version of the song....."you say stinky, I say poop" and we were off. We laughed so hard on the way home that I am surprised we didn't drive off the road. (BTW, stinky poop was the *least* offensive thing that was yelled in the car. Apparently, saying gross stuff is one part of "Mothers of Boys 101" that I aced. 
Teaching middle school probably didn't hurt me any, either.)
I hope to God that is my last trip to Chuck E.'s house forever, or at least until I have grandkids and am deaf. It was a prime place to see DH's patients, too......always fun to watch him when they come up to him and know he has no idea what their names are but would DIE if they realized that, so he is just as nice as can be to them so they won't notice. Cracks me up every time :>
Teaching middle school probably didn't hurt me any, either.)I hope to God that is my last trip to Chuck E.'s house forever, or at least until I have grandkids and am deaf. It was a prime place to see DH's patients, too......always fun to watch him when they come up to him and know he has no idea what their names are but would DIE if they realized that, so he is just as nice as can be to them so they won't notice. Cracks me up every time :>
Why NOT? 
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