Chuck E Cheese in rear-view mirror

The flashing lights of the miniature fire engine temporarily blinded me, and the shriek of the siren enthusiastically blasted by chubby toddler hands deafened me. My hearing wasn’t totally lost because I could still hear the wails of the preschooler who had my leg in a death grip. He’d buried his pizza-smeared face in my thigh, terrorized by the sight of the giant rodent who’d offered him a high-five. I tried to comfort him, but his baby brother perched precariously on my hip, while his older brother swung from my arm as he tried to snatch more tokens from the plastic cup I held aloft. The tot on the fire truck pointed and hollered, “Thee’s thuck!”/ Cindy Hval , SR. More here .