two children

Yes, I have two children. Shorty and the little one.

I talked yesterday about the Chucky Cheese addict that I live with....let's just say it is not the 2 1/2 year old. It is the 33 year old. Think we all know that.

While we were at the kiddy wonderland overload, I noticed my dear husband far across the room. Shooting basketballs to win tickets. Then Skee Ball...then, car games...or whatever contraption he could fit himself into.

Right after Chucky Cheese himself came out to greet the birthday boy (much to my child's dismay) my husband made himself a drink at the fountain.

As we were standing by the door....getting ready to leave....he looks at me and says, "Know what I am drinkin'?"

My first worry was that he brought a flask into Chucky's...but, then I remembered he doesn't drink that stuff much anymore...but maybe he bought it to cope with the kid overload.

I was wrong. So, I guessed again. I replied, "I don't know....a suicide?"

For those of you that don't know what a suicide is...it is a trip to the fountain drink area...cup in hand....ice, and a squirt from each fountain...all in one cup. Yes, Coke, Sprite, Lemonade, Big Red, Diet Coke, Dr. Pepper...all mixed together.

After I made the guess about the suicide...he just looked at me....with this gleam in his eyes...the same gleam an 8 year old boy gets at Chucky's.

So, off we went. I am positive he had more fun than she did.

At least I know a good place to take both of them....next time they need to burn off steam.

Don't forget the hand sanitizer...cause that place is DIR-TY.