Yes, she's laying on the filthy floor of the bowling alley. I am pretty sure that they slaughter pigs in there after hours. But:
1. She still has her shoes on
2. While she may be lying on the floor, she's not kicking
and screaming "I hate you!" at anyone
3. She didn't actually eat off of the floor.
So, bonus points there.
We get "Kids Bowl Free" tickets every summer.
This summer we went ....
My Fabulous Excuses:
1. It's far.
2. I don't like wearing shoes a serial killer may have worn.
3. There's a lot of down time, and no place to nap.
Oh, and... 4. My LEAST preferred view to show of myself is my REAR.
Yah, not my favorite pretend sport. But I go, because, ya' know... kids.
I got a horrible score, and we were even using bumpers.
But we went.
It was actually kind'a fun (if you don't mind sliding around on fiberglass benches and being shown up by a 7 year old in the lane next to you).
And it was one more trip than it would have been had the tickets not been free
(because in addition to being that mom who lets her kid lay on a dirty floor,
I'm super cheap).
I always wonder which memories my kids will keep. It's a crap shoot, really. I have memories of such a strange range of things from childhood. Weeding the strawberries. My sister cleaning the bathroom while listening to the B52's. Honeybees. Raking avocado leaves. Not really the birthdays and things you think, while they are happening,
"This will be a great memory!"
When Ellie was born, we had Ethan and Adam come out of their room to be there (don't be all grossed out... it was a waterbirth. You don't see much...). A few years later I asked "Do you remember seeing Ellie being born?"
Neither of them did.
They did, however, remember there was a garden hose
in the living room, and duct tape on the faucet.
I'm not sure what my kids will remember of their growing up years.
I'm very sure of the moments I hope they DON'T remember.
Just in case one of those memories ends up being "that time we went bowling",
at least there is a memory to have.
And I'm sure they won't even remember I wore the shoes of a serial killer.