A couple weeks ago, AJ and I went to the local Food and Entertainment Restaurantorium for some crappy grub and a seizure-inducing night of video games and skee-ball. It is always a danger taking him to these places because the dangling carrot of Zombie Attack and NASCAR Race For the Cup grate on his 5-year-old’s patience while we wait for food.
It’s not just his age which contributes to fidgety whininess, but also his genetic makeup as I too am guilty of quick irritability when I deem events progress
My favorite line: She looked a little older, though.
Great fucking post. Being a dad is fucking awesome, isn’t it?
fucking crappy waitresses. but you got kid joy, and that trumps the fuckers.
Fucking sloth whores…
I assume Dave and Busters?
Good god, I’ve never seen a place that can piss off Wyatt on so many levels… until he throws a skee-ball into someone else game.