Friday Field Trip to CC's

Grampa is on vacation, so it's time for a Friday Field Trip.  We hoped for snow, but since there's no sign of a White Christmas, we headed to Chuck E. Cheese.  Chuck E. Cheese is like childbirth.  After years, you forget what it's really like.  A child's mind is obviously overwhelmed by the electro-magnetic radiation upon entering.  They get a glazed look and their heads turn in slow motion; as if they've entered an alternative reality.  It doesn't matter that they only serve faux-food.  You're not there for nutrition.  You're there to see how far the senses can be stretched and loaded.

The boys could rarely focus on the actrual game they were playing.  Their heads were busy spinning exorcist style to look at the flashing lights, the dancing puppets, and the clanging sounds of excitement.

There are levers, pedals, dials and steering wheels, that future engineers find overwhelming.

But with their testosterone in evidence, they give it a try.

There are caroussels that go around a total of four times.  It doesn't matter, because there are so many other games and rides demanding their time.

There are horses to be ridden and races to be won.

Did Chuck E. Cheese pay to ride with us?

A return for another couple of spins on the caroussel, because those four rotations go quickly.

Can you believe this ferris wheel?  I'm glad there's a seat belt.  Where did I leave my shoes?

Did you see the guy behind me?

I think he eats little boys' shoes.

The driver on the bus says, "Move on back."

Time to change drivers.  I'll be the co-pilot.

I always knew I would enjoy riding a motorcycle.

I'm getting the hang of this place.

It doesn't even matter that I can't reach the pedals.

All jockeys are little guys.

I'm ready for the Arlington Race Track.

When you see him stick his head up, give him a whack.  Grampa says it's training for the mouse in his house.

They let you feed coins to the hungry machines.

Guitar Hero, here I come.  Just call me, Andrew Jagger.

Isn't he wonderful?  He's so animated.

I didn't notice it at the time, but Terry said Andrew stopped another family's game.  He didn't mean to, but he was attracted to the big red stop button lit up. It's hard to learn proper etiquette at Chuck E. Cheese.  Instead of teaching Andrew how to apologize, Terry just rushed him away from the scene of the crime.

Nathan, did enjoy using the big boy bathroom and seems to be ready to cross another one of life's bridges.