I mean, seriously, what would you call a guy who drives you down for the weekend portion of a five day visit to care for four of your grandsons (ages three through eight) and then surprises you all with an exciting afternoon trip (Okay, the boys were far more excited than Gramma Cupcake was.) to a kid's-themed-entertainment-slash-pizza-place?
(A place you may have heard of, named Chuck E Cheese, or as one of the little men thought it was named, Chucky Jesus)
This audacious superhero (AKA my Rock n' Roll Buddy) shuttled us via mini-van into town, and there together, he and I braved the crowd of roughly a gajillion (give or take ) other little people under the age of ten, along with their designated grownups, all trying intently to not lose our said little people, watching them like hawks as they fed their golden tokens into brightly colored, loudly automated games and kiddie-rides.
We all cozied-up in a booth and the six of us enjoyed a feast of fast-food style pizza. (And by "the six of us" I mean that the two grown up people ate pizza while the little men squirmed, fidgeted, and poked one another, all while staying laser focused on their single-minded goal of busting out of the booth to play games, and then "winning" tickets at each location.)
The outing was made complete by stockpiling and then dividing all of the tickets won on the games, so each boy could then redeem his tickets for prizes at the toy and candy counter. Three of the boys chose candy (no surprise there) while one sweet boy chose a birthday present for his Mommy. (Spoiler alert! It's an incredibly large piece of jewelry that I am quite sure she will treasure.)
Now, I don't know about you, but if you ask me, a guy who will give up a weekend of quiet alone-time, watching sports network television (without ever being asked, mind you...) to spend an hour and a half to get to your grandkids home, and then spend an additional three hours eating questionable pizza, while silently praying no one in your immediate group contracts pink eye at Chucky Jesus wins out over Batman any day of the week.
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