For the past year and a half (ever since Garrett's been walking) I've been dodging and zooming past fast food play areas with all my might. I know, I know...how mean of me to deprive my boy of all that fun! Well, I had my reasons. #1 He's the worst eater IN THE WORLD. He's so easily distracted at restaurants as it is, if he knew a jungle gym was a few feet away, I'd never get any food in him. #2 No matter how long I let him play, 30 minutes, an hour or even longer, I know I'll be dragging him away screaming crying. When we are out running errands, I just don't want make time for that. #3 Oh the germs! I try to not think about it, I know he can't live in a bubble but, y'all, those things are nasty!
Well, this past weekend at Chick-fil-a, he started asking questions. What were those kids doing and how can I get in on that action?!?! As we were leaving, there wasn't anyone playing, we were not in any hurry, and since I had Justin with me, I caved.
He. LOVED. It.
I knew he would. That child played so hard he was sweating when we left. It was fun watching him climb and play. It reminded me of all the fun I had as a kid diving into the balls at Cherry's (anyone else remember that??) I know this was one of those isolated incidents though. Next time there will be 50 other kids to trample him, he'll find used gum and put it in his mouth, and I'll look like a child abuser as I drag him back to the car. But this time, THIS TIME, it was fun.
Daddy instructing him how to climb to the top
"I see you mama!!"
"I do it again!!"