While eating breakfast this morning, Wyatt said, "Mom? Will you cut these out? I'd like to go there." So I turned around in my pre-coffee haze to see him holding yesterday's coupons.
"Go where?" I asked, hoping that I didn't see what I thought I did.
"To Chuck E. Cheese, Mom. Can we go?"
Thinking quickly, because I kid you not this exact scenario had crossed my mind when I looked through the coupons yesterday, I said, "Oh, sweetie, there isn't a Chuck E. Cheese here." And at that point I was secretly praising small-town living. It has its upsides!
"But Mom, there has to be one around here somewhere. Maybe in Kansas City? Could we go to that one?"
"Well, probably not before those coupons expire," I replied, thinking that was another point to me.
"Aww, Mom…" he said, in that voice that makes me feel just a teeny bit mean for being so down on the germ pit.
So I conceded, "but I'll remember it's something you'd like to do someday."
"Great! Let's put it on our life list!"