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In which they played arcade games

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Writing the post about Rose yesterday reminded me of a funny story that I thought I would share with you.  Kevin’s parents live up in Vermont so traveling up there with the kids when they were young was often a nightmarish journey.

 

One time, when the girls were young but already in preschool, Kevin and Daniel went up to Vermont a day early.  I don’t remember the particular reason for this but whatever it was, the girls and I were alone and flying through Philly.

 

Now flying through Philly, which we almost always do, is great because you can get a pretzel but often you get stuck which stinks.  On this occasion, we got to Philly and our flight up to Albany was delayed for over three hours.

 

As most of you parents know, getting stuck at an airport with little kids is usually a nightmare.  I can’t even tell you how many screwed up flights I’ve had with unhappy and screaming kids and when they can’t read, there’s not much you can do to entertain them.

 

Now remember, this was before electronic devices and laptops and iPhone’s and iPad’s so there wasn’t much going on other than coloring books and sticker books to entertain the kids.

 

I was desperate so as we were walking around, we saw the arcade and of course the girls were excited.  We went inside and played air hockey (they were awful at this and I destroyed them … hahaha … I’m just kidding … I didn’t play) and there were all sorts of arcade games.

 

One such game had two women, dressed in really tight outfits, fighting and beating the crap out of each other.  The girls wanted to play that game so I agreed to let them.

 

Well folks, they played that game for over an hour and they messed with the controls and thought they were beating each other up but ya know what? I never even put a quarter in.

 

I just let it run through it’s sample program and fight over and over again and the girls thought they were controlling the fighters but in fact, the fighters were just doing what they were programmed to do.

 

Years later we were discussing that trip and one of the girls pointed out how much fun that game was.  I confessed that I never even put a quarter in and it was running through the program over and over again and they thought they were playing,

 

The girls were outraged but I pointed out that they didn’t know better and were having a great time so what difference did it make?  We still laugh about it and I love this story.

 

Kids, keeping them entertained is difficult and sometimes ya gotta do what ya gotta do!

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3 Comments

  1. Jester Queen
    June 19, 2013

    We’ve done the millions of hours trapped in the airport with small bored stressed people. NOT fun. Beer was needed to get the parents through. The kids just got ice cream

    • Lynn
      June 19, 2013

      can’t eat ice cream for 3 hours though … uggghhhh … travel with small kids yuck

  2. Catherine
    June 19, 2013

    Brilliant! And then no one fights over who gets to put the quarter in. Sometimes I wish my kids were still that ignorant, but alas, at 11 and 13 they caught onto us a very long time ago.

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