This is the mural above the food counter at a rather grubby, fairly rundown arcade/indoor amusement place to which Zan has been begging me to go with him since he learned how to speak. It rained nonstop all weekend, so we decided it was the perfect opportunity for a family adventure to the strip mall (seriously) where this mecca is located. (Wonder Women has taken the kids there a number of times, but this was my first visit—and I mention that because she deserves a great deal of credit for the things she endures.)
You know that we’ve pretty much given up on being a responsible society when children are beckoned to the dining area by a deformed, morbidly obese pig happily gorging himself on pizza, cookies and soda.
The only things missing are a couch, a remote control and an AK-47.