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Mall Time

We had a visit to one of the local malls recently ... they have a very nice play area for the children with a padded floor and a "space" theme, shuttle and all. There are things to climb on and through ... and, as far as Patrick is concerned, the coolest part is that the shuttle has pilot and co-pilot seats with steering wheels.

He immediately headed for the "cockpit" and waited patiently as child after child (many of them significantly larger than him) jumped into the seat. I stepped over after a few minutes in the hopes that some child would give him a chance at the pilot's seat.

No luck ... they certainly didn't care and their parents were doing nothing , as well.

Patrick, getting bored noticed that he could crawl through the body of the shuttle ... all cool until he got boxed in by several children (again, not small) heading toward him from both sides. This is the point where I stepped in ... especially since I could see that the pilot seat was actually free.

He loved it ... steering the shuttle for a few minutes. Can you believe that several of the children actually asked me if I could move him out of the way? Five minutes of play after almost thirty minutes of excruciating patience on his part and they wanted me to stop it early ...

Eventually, he moved a bit and got bumped out of the seat, at which point I suggested to Patrick's Mama that we take him down by the ice-cream shop. I remembered them having some coin operated devices (cars, space ship, and helicopter).

He loved the car, a jeep actually ... it had a lion cub, a monkey, and a hippo riding along with him.

Heaven!

To top of the day, we got family photos done in one of the booths that snap four photos ...

Some days should be cherished forever!
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Location: Columbus, OH, USA

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