Walking Backwards

Just got back from Chuck E' Cheese. My son LOVES the place, while I think it sucks. Okay, it doesn't suck too badly because it does have skee-ball, however, the pizza is awful. I don't know how they do it, but it is too salty, too oily, and too tangy all at the same time. I didn't get to play skee-ball very much either. I got to watch Nico play. He made it into the 40k ring once, thank you very much, but I still had to sit there for ten minutes for each game. He would throw the ball and it would roll up the ramp just to the point where it starts to raise into the gutter and then roll back. This was made even more frustrating because he was throwing over-hand. There was no way to get any more momentum behind that ball. At one point this little boy came up and started asking me for tokens. Thinking that with Nicholas' game being the way it was, if I didn't find another way to make our pile of tokens disappear, we were going to be there forever. So I gave him a token each time he asked for one. He was cute, he was Nicholas' age, and he was aiding my plan to get us out of the loudest restaurant in the universe at an hour that might work for Nico's bedtime. It all was working out according to my diabolical scheming. . . until his parents showed up and told him not to take anymore of our tokens . . . and he kept taking them. I didn't mind, but then I felt like I was encouraging bad behavior in children who were not mine. If I gave this kid a token, he would be disobeying his parents. He kept asking for them, though. I told him that he had to ask his parents, so Nicholas gave him one. Fortunately, we ran out of tokens as they were dragging the little boy away from the skee-ball area kicking and screaming. Damn coupon for forty tokens.