I had this day off, and the weather was shit (torrential downpours which only stop to allow that nasty, misty spit rain that sticks instantly to your glasses and makes you walk like Quasimodo) and so after Max and I had done everything we wanted to do this morning - a sort of complex game involving cages and animals with Max as the zookeeper and superhero action figures helping him round up the animals for the farmer - we went to Chuck E. Cheese and hid from the rain inside with games.
I keep waiting for CEC technology to catch up. I remember when these places used to be Showbiz, and they had the same animatronic shows they have now. In fact, I'm pretty sure that when Fats the Ape got the shaft, they just took off his skin and put that purple furry exoform over it to make Munch, the big purple monster who plays keyboards. I admit to some resentment, because I grew up with Showbiz, and only found out that Chuck E. Cheese existed later. Then, when one company apparently bought the other, I was, well, disappointed. Too much behind the scenes dealing, in my opinion. I would have liked to have seen the mascots from the restaurants out in the parking lots fighting it out. I think if I had seen the Showbiz bear lose fair and square, I'd have felt better. In spite of all of this, I still think that thirty or more year old animatronic tech being served to little kids who don't know the difference is mean - kind of like serving reality TV to their parents. (I found this timeline after writing this paragraph. It seems to be in aid of a necktie, was fascinating to me, and I laughed out loud at the Winter of 1997 entry.)
Max had a blast as always at Chuck's, though. We ate our circular Italian food object, drank our orange soda, and Max had a massive Bomb Pop ice cream. He had the Jolly Rancher kind, and that thing is as tall, from top to bottom, as his head. And he finished it. I don't think the law of diminishing returns has any meaning until you're older than three and a half, 'cause he just kept right on going on that thing. Then, we played games. He got pretty good with winning ticket games, but still likes things that make music or art, or let him run fast and fall down and stuff the best. When it was time to go we counted our tickets without fuss, and came home and napped, listening to the rain rage outside.
So far, a very pleasant day.