Grosstopia

Last weekend while Daddy was out of town, I took Sam to a place close by called Funtopia. It was a little run down, but she was able to burn off some energy since it rained all weekend. I was disturbed by the girl--who was old enough to know better--who walked right up to our table and stole some french fries. I was also unhappy about the fourteen-year-old playing in the toddler area. He was very clearly special needs, perhaps autistic, but he was just too big to be playing in the same place as two-year-olds. I felt for him, but I also didn't want him flailing around and landing on Sam.

It was OK. Certainly good enough if there is no other alternative, but I can't exactly write a glowing review.

Here's Sam on one of the cars the little kids can "ride." She loved them! Every time one finished she would point at another and say "that one." Sorry for the picture quality--several of the photos I've posted recently have come from my phone camera because I don't like taking the good camera everywhere, especially when I am playing with Sam.

P.S. I had three people tell me how cute my little boy is. I guess I won't put her in brown pants in public again. Sheesh.