This is the thing about bringing kids out.
Sometimes you have it all planned. You do your research (ask other mums, check out forums, read blogs like this one
muahaha etc), set the date and time, prepare the kids (naps out of the way, preferrably poo too), pack your bag and set out with a confident expectation that your kids will have a reasonably enjoyable time.
Then there are those instances where you suddenly stumble upon a place you've never considered as A place for kids.
Well, we stumbled upon the
bowling alley. I wonder why I've never thought about it before?
Bubbles sat enthralled by the big bowling balls rolling down the alleys, crashing into bowling pins with satisfactory
bangs. When there were strikes, or especially loud bangs, she would raise her arms up and shout something that sounds like
bangoom! (I think it is a combination of a
bang and a
boom)
While we were there, there was a company tournament going on, so in addition to the exciting bowling balls and loud
bangs, Bubbles was treated to regular claps and cheers. She clapped along of course, everytime others did.
And oh, she tried
really hard to lift a bowling ball. You should have seen her puzzled expression when she realised it was just.not.possible.