Dylan had been stuck in the house, sick, for a whole week. It was time to venture out and cure the boredom, so yesterday, we took him bowling for the very first time.
In the morning, I drew some "bowling pictures" for Dylan, explaining how the game is played. When we went upstairs to wake up daddy, Dylan explained bowling to him, in case maybe he didn't know. Later, when I asked Dylan if he'd like to go bowling, his eyes lit up. He was super excited.
We decided to go to FunFest, since I was pretty sure they would have bumper bowling. Jim and I hadn't been to a bowling alley in years. When we walked in, we discovered it was "Cosmic Bowling" night, which entails large screens with LOUD videos being played, and glow in the dark lighting. "We" probably should have called ahead to learn that lovely detail, but we weren't going to let a little noise, and bad lighting stop us from having fun.
One of the first things Dylan did was discover that bowling shoes are slippery, when he tried to dance along to the music! There was another family next to us, with a boy who looked to be around 4 years old, and a baby girl. Although it was a little tough keeping Dylan in our area, and out of harm's way, watching the 4 year old boy next to us climb on everything and slide around on the floor, and kick the balls, made us feel that Dylan was pretty well behaved. Funny how behavior is relative.
We bowled one game...
The fact that I didn't bowl much better than my 3 year old did not go unnoticed, thanks. I blame the lighting.
When we went up to pay, I told the girl the lane number, and she said, "Blahbitty eight, blahbitty". "HOW MUCH?!", I yelled over the ridiculously loud music. She said it again, but I was sure I still wasn't hearing her correctly, because she said "Twenty eight - twenty" "WHAT?! We only bowled ONE GAME!!", I shouted, convinced she had gotten our lane confused with another. Nope. Seriously, people, I know I sound like an old fart, but is that how much a game of bowling costs these days?! That is just outlandish nonsense. Why, when I was a young whippersnapper, we certainly didn't pay anywhere near that! I think we also walked to the bowling alley... uphill... both ways... (Sigh)