Kids must have a flap of skin or an extra ear-drum or something. That’s the only way they can possibly stand the noise of a place like Chuck E Cheese.
Lacking that flap, my head is still ringing. But the munchkin had a blast, and since it was–well, the day before her birthday–that’s what’s important.
Before I forget, any lurkers (you know who you are!) who have my email address for legitimate reasons, please send me yours! When Tamahome crashed, all but My Documents was lost. Rather have it that way than the other way around, but that sentiment doesn’t repopulate my address book.
Okay, too tired. More tomorrow. Oh–cheesecake ice cream with peanut butter cups mixed in. Heaven is a place on earth.