Bad Boys, Bad Boys

Vaughn had his first trip to Chuck E. Cheese today. We went with Party Girl and her daughter. It almost looked like it wasn’t going to happen because Party Girl’s daughter evidently has issues with the big mouse. When we pulled into the parking lot, she started having a panic attack, jabbering on about all the unimaginable things the giant furry rodent would do to her. We basically dragged her kicking and screaming into the place (yes, we’re of the compassionate parenting philosophy), with Party Girl promising her that she would perform scout duties in our covert operation to spot the mouse. Having given the all clear, we proceeded to pay for our meals. Of course, right after having done this, the big rat showed his grotesquely huge head and Party Girl had to be defense, blocking his approach as we weaved and dodged our way to a table. He did finally leave after making his short obligatory appearance, and things went fairly smoothly after that. A good time was had by all, with the exception of the fact that just before we left my son apparently bitch-slapped Party Girl’s daughter. She had this big red mark on her cheek with a complimentary scratch (because I’m too darn lazy to keep my son’s nails trimmed). Fortunately, Party Girl was pretty cool about it. I felt mortified that my son is evidently developing into a future wife-beater. On the way home, I asked him why he did it. Of course, then it comes out that she smacked him first, which is probably true. I was wondering why she seemed so nonchalant about this big red mark on her cheek. Anyway, we’ll see if we get invited to any more “play dates.”