My kids see a birthday mecca, the Holy Land of youthful celebrations.
I see a birthday party factory, a generic excuse for us parents too exhausted to host the real deal.
My kids see a kick-ass party table just for them!
I see an overbooked "restaurant" where kids are packed in like rats and sweaty parents keep falling over each other trying to snap a picture of the birthday boy giving a bored teenager in a musty rat costume a high-five.
My kids see delicious pizza served up on colorful Chuck. E. Cheese plates.
I see see a microwaved food product and a great deal of plastic utensil waste.
My kids see awesome games as an opportunity to earn tickets and win killer prizes.
I see the future: a temper-tantrum after they either a) realize that their 800 tickets will only buy them a pencil and a tootsie roll or b) their piece of crap plastic missile launcher breaks in two after the first use.
My kids see their friends having an awesome time.
I see flustered parents wishing they served something a little stronger than Bud Light.
My kids see goodie bags with fabulous gifts. I forsee a heap of plastic junk on my living room floor, and later in a landfill.
My son sees a mom and dad who gave them just what he wanted for his birthday. He smiles and tells me how great the party was and I....
See a boy who I would do just about anything for, even if that means another party with the rat.