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Tuesday, April 22, 2008


The ultimate test of qualifying as a grandparent? A Chuck E Cheese experience.

We spent the weekend with our kids and grandkids. We now have six grandkids, by the way (oh, and did I mention they are absolutely beautiful--little Einsteins every last one of them--just in case you wondered). I love them with every inch of my heart. But I have to say when someone suggested we go there to eat, I considered DNA testing.
  
Oh, I know there are many grandparents who are happy to go there (brown noses, every last one of them). You know me. I do happy, right? I mean, I love chocolate, remember?  A mouse in a costume? Not so much. And hello?  Ever seen those singing characters? I want to run up and slap an arthritis patch on them. 

Don't even get me started on the noise level thing. The screaming, the tantrums, the headbanging--I KNOW it's not all coming from me.

The truth is, if a hit man came after me for information and forced me onto a bed of nails? No problemo. Stretch rack? I could handle it. Shoot, I could even deal with a shortage of truffles at deadline. But if Mr. Hit Man threatened to take me there for dinner if I didn't talk? I'd blab more information than he'd find in an on-line encyclopedia.

Okay, so I ended up going, but I doubt I'll win the Nanny of the Year award. Say what you will about me, but I'm honest. Besides, I'll do other things for the grandkids to make up for it--a walk in the park, trip to the zoo, carousel ride, whatever it takes. 

And for the record, TWO of my grandchildren were hiding under the table when the singing mouse came to call. I would have joined them, but there wasn't enough room for the three of us--and, well, my pizza. 
Diann Hunt  
posted at 3:00 AM  
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15 Comments:
At 11:21 PM, Blogger Gracie said...

Okay, first things first, your grandkids are adorable! Totally photogenic.

But yes, Chuck E. Cheese is scary beyond compare. Someday terrorists are going to realize this, and bring the costume-rat with them during a plane hijack. (Hopefully that'll be after the rapture) Did the singing waitresses ask you to dance with them? They did to me once. I could only shoot them a perplexed look.

The good side to that place is their pizza. ; )

Kudos to you for surviving. Even if you don't win an award, you deserve one. Blessings!

 
At 12:09 AM, Blogger Kristin said...

The best thing about being a GRANDPARENT at Chuck E. Cheese is that hopefully, your hearing has started to go.

On America's Funniest Videos, some kid kicked Chuck E. in the groin and the poor kid in the suit doubled over in pain. I'm embarrassed to admit my joy over that clip.

 
At 8:37 AM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

Thanks, Gracie! They are pretty cute, though I confess I'm a little prejudice. :-)

The singing waitress did not ask me to dance--possibly seeing me scramble to get under the table had something to do with it.

Too funny, Kristin

Maybe we're being a little hard on Chuck E, but I just feel the mice in this country are gaining far too much power. Could just be me, though.

 
At 9:15 AM, Blogger Katy McKenna said...

The first Chuck E went in around here (although it was called by another name, which has escaped me...) when my own kids were little. My sisters (they can't REALLY be related to me) started having birthday parties for their kids there. Dear Lord, what were they THINKING????? I still have the night tremors.

BTW, Kristin, when your hearing starts to go (or goes), thinks get even more dicey. The ambient noise (and there's a LOT of it at Chuck E!) becomes SO LOUD that it feels like your head's going to explode.

I'm a cheerful one today, huh? Very scary topic here, Diann!!! ;)

Katy www.fallible.com

 
At 10:07 AM, Blogger Rachel Overton said...

I HATE that place!! We never went voluntarily--only for misguided birthday parties. And a 1st grade school field trip once. Oh my! What happened to educational field trips?! I wonder who got the commission for that one? :-)

And, I admit it, I'm a cheapskate. I couldn't tell if the pizza was good or not, I was too busy being sick over how expensive the extra tokens were and how stupid the coveted prizes were! But my daughter loved it. (I won't even think about all the germs in those tunnels and tubes...gag!)

Thank God, she's 13 now. We're entering new territory, but I'm relatively certain Chuck E is no longer part of the scenery!

 
At 11:41 AM, Blogger Kristin said...

Katy, say it isn't so!!!! You are scaring me. It couldn't be worse. It can't be! BTW, we have a Chuck E. Cheese here in Cupertino, that's relatively quiet, if you can believe that. It has carpet and really isn't that noisy.

Hmmm. I still don't want to go back though.

 
At 11:51 AM, Blogger Julie Carobini said...

Lol...thank goodness we seem to have grown out of the Chuck-e stage (I think). Elementary Girl couldn't stand the mouse either!

Congrats on surviving :)

 
At 1:01 PM, Blogger Krista Phillips said...

Ok, see, I am mean I guess. I have 3 little girls (7, 4, and 2) and we only go to Chuck E Cheese when my in-laws are in town... That way my father-in-law and I can sit with the *stuff* while my husband (who is a big kid at heart and loves to play the games *roll eyes*) and my mother-in-law venture out into the never never games land with the kiddos. I am sure my mother-in-law is giving me all sorts of mean looks... but they live 8 hours away... I view it as their bonding time!

Oh, and our hometown Chuck E doesn't sing, thank goodness!! He just walks around waving...

 
At 1:55 PM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

It's nice to know I'm not alone in this.

My struggle could stem back to that mouse we found in our house recently. Is it so wrong to think they belong outside, shouldn't sing, dance, have chef jobs or run clubs?

I think not.

 
At 6:44 PM, Blogger Ane Mulligan said...

ROFLOL! That's when I say my husband is the grandfather - I'm just married to him. I HATE Chuck E. Cheese and any other cousin of his. Call me the evil step-mother, just don't call me to go to Chuck E. Cheese.

You and I can go shopping for the little darlings and love them to pieces when they come home. :D

 
At 8:41 AM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

Oh I'm laughing, Di! I hate Chuck E Cheese too but I have a feeling I might have to swallow my dislike for my granddaughter one of these days too. LOL

 
At 5:54 PM, Blogger Rachel Overton said...

What I want to know is how the place survives if all the adults detest it so much??

 
At 9:13 AM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

Two words, Rachel: Kids Rule! LOL

 
At 8:49 AM, Blogger Rachel Overton said...

But...but...!

yeah, I guess you're right.

 
At 6:06 AM, Blogger Pam S. said...

Guess we missed the whole Chuck E. Cheese thing by living overseas--but it doesn't look like we missed much! Nevertheless, I hope years from now my daughter doesn't accuse me of "bad upbringing" because she never had that "American cultural experience." :)

 

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