Ghetto-Fabulous Fun

I know, I know. I just wrote about how gross Chuck E. Cheese is and now I'm posting about another trip to Chuck E. Cheese. This time we got together for a play date with a bunch of kids from the squadron. Nathan is always up for gross pizza and games.

We played air hockey.
Nathan can't just enjoy something for what it is. He always has to investigate to see the mechanics of how things operate. Needless to say, I had a higher score once he kept sliding the puck into the goal to watch it slide out the slot.
Nathan, being the first born, had the luxury of not being exposed to all the grossness of kids' hangouts. Not poor Baby Sister. She soaks up those Chuck E. Cheese germs with the best of them.
She survived Chuck E. Cheese for lunch, so we took her and Nathan to the mall playground later that day.
Big shot big brother.
It looks like Kathryn enjoyed herself.
I couldn't decide which smiley picture I liked better, so I'm putting them both on here.
I don't know how Nathan has survived so long without that bendy straw from Chuck E. Cheese. Straight straws just won't do anymore.
This is the most uncomfortable couch ever, but Nathan is as good as gone as soon as he hits it.