Giant Singing Mice and Cardboard Pizza.

Have you figured out what I'm talking about yet? That's right...I forgot to mention that we also paid a visit to Chuck E. Cheese- per Marcus' request. Ah, one can never get sick of feeding tickets into the ticket-counting machine (remember the days when we actually had to COUNT them?) and picking out a new piece of crap to cherish for about half an hour.

Can't you just feel the love?

Obviously, 4-year-olds aren't the ONLY ones having fun at "the Cheese"!