Monday – Fast Food: The Final Frontier

[ninanevermore]

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From a nutritional standpoint, I don’t approve of those fast-food restaurants where the kids meals come with a trinket toy and where they have a giant Habitrail for kids to crawl through in the back room. From a Mom’s Mental Health standpoint, however, I love them. They are a great place for me to sit and get some reading done while my darling little Sweet Pea scrambles around with other smallish people. I can’t read at home. He craves interaction and begins talking to me and climbing all over me until I give up and put the book down.

This weekend we were at one of these places, and I was able to enjoy my book. Sweet Pea was delighted to find himself in the company of two other boys about his age (about 5 or 6 years old) and one 8 year old willing to hang out with the smaller boys. Sweet Pea is currently fascinated by anything having to do with dinosaurs, robots and space aliens (robot dinosaurs from outer space would be the coolest thing ever), and he had a toy space alien in his pocket when we arrived at the Habitrail restaurant. Because he had aliens on the mind, he steered the game toward this theme and decided that another group of children, two sisters and their brother, were the invading aliens who needed to be avoided and possibly conquered.

“Aliens! Run!” my son exclaimed, and I heard the four space explorers scamper through the tunnels to get away from the invaders. It was all very sweet and innocent; just the good clean fun of small children playing make-believe. Had the “invading aliens” not been Latino, I might have been able to concentrate on my book without sitting with my face in my hand cringing, hoping the mother at the next table was not taking offence.


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Comments

[simplecity2htwn.livejournal.com]

Priceless!!!

[neanahe.livejournal.com]

Yeah, real cute. *head desk*

[noblwish.livejournal.com]

Robot dinos from outer space? Methinks I'll be mentoring another imaginative youth into the dark (okay, actually, quite brightly colored) world of Anime Fandom in a few years.

C'mon over to the Dork Side, Sweet Pea... we have POCKY!!!

[neanahe.livejournal.com]

Quit trying to corrupt my child. I can buy him chocolate-covered pretzels right here in the good ol' U S of A, thank you.

[noblwish.livejournal.com]

But... but... Robot Dinos from Outer Space! We've got those! I know we've got something like that SOMEWHERE around where. Where DID I put those?

[sidneymintz.livejournal.com]

Sounds like what I suffered on the bus a couple of weeks back :)

[neanahe.livejournal.com]

Motherhood is full of cring-worthy moments, isn't it? The "space alien" kids were bilingual, but I only heard their mother speak Spanish. I'm kind of hoping she didn't speak English at all.

[suspiria.livejournal.com]

That's hilarious.

[neanahe.livejournal.com]

Kindergartners are not politically correct. They just aren't.

[jenelycam.livejournal.com]

AHAHAHA!! Out of the mouths of babes. :P

[neanahe.livejournal.com]

He really did mean they were space aliens. It's not like he was going to call ICE on them. He meant well, honest!