It was Noah's birthday wish to have lunch there today.
And, just so you know, the reason we've never been isn't because we are against it for any reason at all (aside from a little fear due to some horrific tales I only hope are urban legends) but rather that for a long time Noah was on a special diet and we stayed away from places like that until he was better and since then the opportunity to go had not presented itself.
I bought hand sanitizer, as suggested.
I prepared my stomach for questionable "pizza."
And I nervously bit my nails.
I planned to blog about the whole experience here, hoping for some eloquently phrased great teachable moment to tie it all up in the last line.
But this morning Noah decided he'd rather go to the mall and eat at the Food Court instead for his birthday lunch and have I told you lately how much I love this boy?
We found out they had this Funflatables play area and headed right there. In a good hour we'd exhausted all their energy to which only corn dogs and lemonade could fix.
Side note- going to the mall on a school holiday REALLY makes you realize that four is a lot of kids if you hadn't noticed it in a while.
There are things that I hope my children someday look back and think of their childhood. I hope that they can be found one day sitting around talking with each other and maybe even arguing a bit because each one thinks that they were my favorite. I hope that they always knew how much their Mommy and Daddy loved and respected each other. And I hope they always knew how much we hoped for them, dreamed for them, and loved them.
And I hope they felt like they didn't miss even one single moment of being a kid.
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