Monday, February 18, 2013

The Playplace

"Kids, today we're going to that indoor play place. May the odds be in your favor."

Afternoon Readers,

I hope your respective weekends went well. Saturday found us staring at snow and limited options of what to do with the children. Our initial reaction, after pulling them out of cabinets and watching them punch each other, was to mail them both to Bangladesh, but we refrained because Bangladesh has never done anything to us, and decided to head to the mall instead.

After a quick walk around the pet store and narrowly avoiding a lady who wanted to run her fingers through the baby's freakishly thick hair, Husband and I were at a loss as to what to channel the twins energy into.

And then we saw it.

Husband looked at me. "We should send them in there."

"What does it cost?"

"It doesn't matter."

"You're right. We can always sell the car."

Several moments later, and Butch and Sundance had been turned lose in the giant, indoor play place. Towers to the ceiling, bounce houses in every corner, it seemed the baby strapped to my chest would be our only concern for the next thirty minutes. But that was before things were really in full swing...

Bounce houses:

"Honey?"

"Yes?"

"By my estimation, that slide is roughly twenty feet high."

"The one the children are flying down?"

"Yes."

"You're getting all upset about nothing. That other kid broke their fall. It's fine."

Giant Towers:

"Where's Butch?"

"See that speck up there?"

"I thought that was a pole."

"No, that's our son."

"He's pretty high up there. I think I just saw a Bald Eagle fly by."

"Agreed. And the crazy thing is, neither of us could fit in there to save him, if we had to."

Hiding Spots: 

"Did Sundance climb in that inflatable thing?"

"Yeah."

"When was that?"

"Ten minutes ago."

"You think she's coming back out?"

"Probably not. I just found her by the bathrooms."

Hustling:

"Where are the twins?"


"Sitting on that woman's lap, waiting for her to surrender that Dora backpack."

"I should go intervene."

"Shhh, she may decide to take them and raise them as her own. And now ...we wait."

Don't worry. By the end of Saturday, every Kellerman was accounted for and dragged back home, where we spent the rest of the evening pulling children out of cabinets and listening to people punch each other while the snow melted.

Until Next Time, Readers!


























14 comments:

  1. this place sounds positively magical... why do we live in South Bend again?

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    1. Ana, I say you pack everyone up and move out here. Our kids could get together and practically raise themselves while we watched from our chairs and drank wine...:)

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  2. ..and they still don't get tired, right?! *sigh*

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  3. Throw in some rum and it sounds like a place I'd enjoy! (minus the munchkins)

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    1. Throw in some rum, and I'd be there every day.

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  4. I was in love with Hal. *sigh* So jealous of that Francine.

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  5. This was so freakin' funny. "I think I just saw a Bald Eagle.." made me snort. We have one of these places, too. It is indeed magical!! Way better than THE CHUCK. uugh. They even serve coffee and light lunches at ours.. Sadly, no booze. Can't win 'em all.

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    1. Coffee and light lunch??? I think we may have to move a little closer to your neck of the woods. Thanks, lady!

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  6. Just another average day with the Kellermans!

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    1. Yep, just a little exhausting and fairly dangerous.

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  7. "The other kids broke their fall!" Oh man, I love you! In related news, we bought our inmates, er, children their own bounce house for Christmas. When the weather breaks, we're setting that bad boy up in the yard and praying the kids bounce themselves into 17-hour stretches of shut-eye.

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    1. Fantastic idea! I'll monitor your progress, and, if Day 1 goes well, we're getting one too.

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