It’s the suburban rite of passage every parent dreads: the first visit to Chuck E. Cheese. Because you know your kid is either going to hate it, and get freaked out by a giant, walking, talking mouse, or they’re going to love it, and petition you repeatedly to return. Davis fell in to the latter category.
This was back in November, and the occasion was the birthday of one of his classmates.
Posted by retrophisch at January 30, 2007 11:43 PM