Bowling!

Our Sunday School class went bowling this past Saturday. We learned a lot that day. As parents we learned that Easton does not really need his own bowling shoes. Even though the guy at the front said he HAD to wear them, the other kids didn't. We were the only parents silly enough to pay for kid shoes that were 3 sizes too big for him anyways. We also learned that two games is too much for a 2 year old to bowl. After about 5 frames on the first game - he was done. Personally, I learned that a ball rolling at a speed of 1.6 miles per hour rolled by Easton (they post the speed on the screen for you!) will knock down more pins than a ball rolling at 13 miles per hour rolled my me. On the first game Easton bowled a 72 and I bowled a 60. So, so sad. I beat him the second game, but only because Spencer bowled my last two frames and got me a strike and a spare. Maybe it wasn't the speed at all. After setting the ball in motion, Easton would stand and clap the ball down the alley, somehow cheering it on. I didn't clap. Maybe the ball knew.

I also learned a little about packing a diaper bag. I am a minimalist. I carry diapers, wipes and a birp cloth. That's it. I put it in the smallest bag possible to carry with me. So we're at the bowling alley and Camille has a blow out. Great. I go to the bathrooms. Guess what? No changing table. Great. So back to the alley we go. In front of everyone, we wipe off the table, strip her naked and do the best we can. Thankfully, Jennifer is always prepared. She gives me a pair of Sarah's pants that she had in her diaper bag (yes, Sarah is 2 and Camille is 3 months) to put on Camille. Her shirt was spared the contents of the blow out, so we didn't have to replace that. So now I guess it would be a good idea to pack a change of clothes in the bag. Of course this happened Saturday and it's now Wednesday and I haven't done it yet. But I will. Promise.

After bowling we all went to Ci-Ci's for cheap pizza. Great stuff while you're eating it - not so great two hours later. But that's beside the point. I'm a teacher. When you're a teacher you find that you have the urge to discipline random children that you meet out in public. I'm so used to correcting them that I forget that I'm not in the classroom. Nothing big. Just little things like seeing a kid running through a supermarket with no parent and you tell him to slow down. But who is there to correct stupid parents when they act a fool? There should be someone on call for such tasks.

We were eating pizza when "it" happened. Little boy about 10 years old is standing in line. He tells his dad, "I don't feel good........I reaaaallly don't feel good........... Dad.......Dad......." The dad keeps responding by telling the kid to shut up. You know what's coming next. The kid lets it go ALL over the floor. Everywhere. The dad is not sympathetic. Didn't say, "Sorry son, I know you warned me." But instead starts yelling at him in front of everyone. Grabs him by the back of the next and pushes him into the bathroom. Luckily (or not luckily) Spencer is in the bathroom to get the second part of the story. The kid continues to let it go in the sink and the dad is yelling the whole time. If the dad were not 6 foot 4ish, I might have used my teacher voice on him and told him to apologize to his son and give him a hug. But I didn't. Although it wasn't just me who noticed. It seemed everyone who witnessed the event was shaking their head and mumbling. I hope this kid has a good mother.

So, all in all - it was a great evening. Illinois lost. That stunk. We saw the last few minutes of the game on the TV's at Ci-Ci's. Spencer almost climbed into a booth with another family to watch the final seconds, but that's another story.