Leaving behind all the suitcases and detritus for our upcoming staycation, we head north for a few hours. It’s Zoe’s birthday, and her mom promised her a party at ChuckECheese. We got there at nine to find they are not open. A multi-layered, multi-timed, movable birthday party begins.
We gather next at a McDonald’s garish and cold Play Room. Really cold. Ugly green and grey, with pink and black accent colors echo much as a child’s nursery in the old USSR would. Great tubes of colored plastic filled the overhead space. Margot shuttled in guests, a cake, presents, and ice cream. Friends and kids had a grand time.
Suddenly, I spilled my entire cup of coffee all over George. We stayed long enough to see the clothes, toys, music, and doll things unwrapped before leaving. A frantic mopping began as the presents appeared. A custodian helped for which I am forever grateful.
As we drove home to put George into the shower and the clothes into the wash, Margot moved the party to ChuckECheese. A promise is a promise…no matter what.