Today, X-man and I went to Bloomington to meet some friends at Chuck E. Cheese. We usually make the trek once a year on a Sunday morning at 9:30 a.m. It's an hour there and an hour home. No one is there on Sunday morning, so we had the place practically to ourselves until 11 a.m.
X-man kept getting the rat confused with the mouse. Until he finally said, "Well, on our way to Chuck E. Cheese's will we at least pass by Mickey's house?" Okay, good. He gets that they're two different animals and two different cartoon characters. When I said that Mickey had homes in several places around the world, but none of them near us, X-man's response was... "Maybe we should go to one of Mickey's houses and see where he goes to Chuck E. Cheese and go to that one."
So, Mickey -- you're warned that you might be stalked by a 3 year old who wants to see you before he goes to the Chuck E. Cheese you might eat at. I didn't have the heart to tell him you had a whole game/pizza/toy line of your own that could crush Chuck E. Cheese in millisecond.
And although I loved riding the roller coaster, throwing the skeeballs, playing the bee game and getting our photo taken... I was amazed at how long and lean my son's legs have become. No more chunky baby legs there. Only a big boy with constant bed head.