Rock n' Bowl
We hit the hippest bowling alley in town, which is not so hip at 3pm on a weekday, but still cool nonetheless. There are large screens at the ends of the alley where movie clips are interspersed with art from various artists. It's like bowling in a museum. I appreciate that they tried to infuse some sort of culture in there. I really enjoyed seeing the featured paintings.
He put on the cutest little bowling shoes you ever did see, and we were on our way. He rolled the first ball...and it stuck. Right there in the middle of the lane. No budge. At this point he announced, "Mommy. I am done bowling." Oh hell no. I just paid for a game for each of us, so this is happening. And it did. Of course I ended up doing most of the work which left me with a sore left butt cheek and a sore right shoulder. Those are the muscles I use for bowling apparently.
In the end, the Kid had the highest score. Don't ask me how that happened. Overall, it was quite an experience. One that left him more enthralled with the bowling shoes and the candy jar on the counter, than with the actual physical activity. Yeah. He's definitely my kid.