Saturday Simple Playtime: A Confession

If you don’t know me in real life, I’m about to become a human being to you.

I have a confession to make.

We have a lot of do, indoors, in the winter. Beanie has her games, and we have plenty of activities such as “Bubble Mountain,” </a>”Animal Musical Chairs,“Can Bowling,” and “Cotton Ball Toss.” These keep us occupied 95% of the time.

But sometimes we get stir crazy.

And there is now where to go, to play indoors. So, like most families, we start to eyeball those two certain poison-serving establishments, with the indoor “kid hamster tracks.”

Sometimes, we behave and order coffees and milk (non-organic and loaded with rBST…but still enjoyable and the price of admission). Every preschooler in town is already there, waiting for Beanie to join right in. She is assimilated into their collective, and Rob and I enjoy for high-speed Internet.

This is all fine and good, and it gets us out of the house. It gets the Bean some much-needed social time, with kids her own age. And, really, there is very little harm done by the coffee and milk.

But sometimes we happen to be there at supper time.

And sometimes we’re feeling cheap and lazy, and one of the places has that $10 meal that feeds a family of three.

In my defense, I know we’re not the only crunchy family that strays in this manner! I have yet to visit a crunchy household that doesn’t have, somewhere in that toy box, at least one Kids’ Meal toy. And some people even have the telltale crown, right out in their living room!

It’s Michigan. It’s winter. So maybe we’re all hypocrites. Or maybe we’re all just human.

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