On Saturday, we decided to give the kids a little treat. They wanted to go to Chick-Fil-A (their favorite place to go when we lived in Indiana) so we googled the nearest one to us. We hopped in the car, drove downtown, parked in a parking garage that you will see sometime in the near future on the news. Look for the headline: "Slum parking garage collapses. Several mid-80s Cadillacs with shiny wheels destroyed."
So we walked across the street to a mall that looked like it was pretty sweet 20 years ago, you know, before all the stores left the mall and everything was covered in brown paper. We went down the escalator to the Chick-Fil-A.
Jonathan and Christina had the following conversation.
Jonathan: "Wow."
Christina: "This looks like the kind of place where, you know, stuff goes down."
So we ate Chick-Fil-A next to the fountain that put out soapy water. Ezra said those dreadful words:
"I have to go to the bathroom."
Dad said, "Okay, let's get past the guy carrying all his belongings hacking up a lung and the crew of upstanding gentlemen crowding the ATM and go to the bathroom where, of course, none of the doors will close."
While we were away, a couple of guys sitting a few tables away moved right next to Christina and Annika.
Luckily, something about us says we don't have any money.
We finished our food as fast as we could and left.
For safety reasons, no pictures were taken.
ON A HAPPIER NOTE
We then took the kids to the children's museum, which was a wonderful place. The kids had a blast, and we did too.
The Childrens Museum (and several other museums) are in the old (but still functional) central train station. We were very, very pleased with this arrangement. The station is really cool and the museums look like they will be a lot of fun, too. Our next visit will be to the natural history museum.
Ezra looking regal atop the castle.
Annika gathering vegetables.
The kids trying to figure out how to drive the tractor.
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