Chuck E. Cheese

We went to Chuck E. Cheese last weekend. Kind of like kids' Las Vegas, where kids can do anything. What happens in Chuck E. Cheese, stays in Chuck E. Cheese.


I'm so big and independent now that I can go on the slide all by myself, without hurting me or anybody else. Mom is still scared. Mothers, right?

But I inspired mom too, to do something daring.

I believe phone is the best invention ever (Dad says that my opinion will change once I grow up). I can call dad at work, although I don't always end up dialing dad's number. Here, I'm trying to call 'Honey' (It's amazing how many times you can get out of trouble just by calling your mom 'Honey'), who I realized was filming this video. Sadly, I don't have any other numbers to call. Well, not just yet.

I look bored in the following video, because I couldn't find the steering wheel. How do you drive this thing? Surely, my fellow passengers were cute, but I don't trust a ride if I don't know where I'm going.

This is what I'm talking about. Using the steering wheel, I control the speed and direction. Also, I'm riding with the owner of the restaurant, Mr. Chuck E. Cheese. We are just chilling, like couple of friends. Calling your mom 'Honey' is optional.

I had the whole pony ride to myself. Swetadidi gets so much exercise just running after me that she doesn't need any other type of exercise.

Since Swetadidi helped me with the pony ride, I decided to help her with the game. She lost.

But, she came first in the biking race, even without my help. Can you believe that?

All good things come to end, but we always remember the happy times, right? By the way, ever since Swetadidi has come, I seem to have lots of pictures with mom and dad.