We went to Chuck E. Cheese on saturday and had the best time. Ryan is so proud of himself - he tied for the highest score on the basketball shoot. I, on the other hand, did not do so well. This reminded me of High School I never was very good at free trows.
One thing that absolutely befuddled me was that Brantley loved Chuck E. When this big rat mascot came near, Brantley attempted to play with his nose and giggled. I thought for sure after the most recent Santa Claus meltdown, he would completely lose it. He proved us very wrong. We couldn't get the camera out fast enough for this encounter, but it was something.

Mmmmm, I love plexiglass bacterium
Brantley's look of confusion is rooted in the realization that this mechanical contraption has no steering wheel on which to pretend one is driving. Very poor engineering
Chuck E is my co-pilot
Brantley appears to be falling asleep at the wheel.
Brantley was a bit too little for many of the games, so we spent much of the time going down the slide and playhouse. He loved the slide and really enjoyed everything we put him on. When we picked him up to go to another spot, he would get very upset. We will have our hands full in the future when he is independently mobile.