Cheese

The moment I have dreaded ever since I first became pregnant with Harrison has arrived: the first birthday invitation to a party at Chuck E. Cheese. I have already told Doug in no uncertain terms that there is no amount of money, baked goods, chocolate, sexual favors, cocktails, or drugs to get me to step foot even on their parking lot, so if Doug wants him to go, it's all him.

[As a side note, my sister Valerie actually worked at Chuck E. Cheese when she was in high school, manning the prize counter. I'm guessing she's still living on the good karma she stocked up from that.]