Wednesday, October 27, 2010
My objection to them is more around the hygiene. Audrey always comes down with some kind of dengue fever within 48 hours of going to Puke It Up. I'd hate to think what would turn up if they did a test on one of the inflatable obstacle courses like they did on shopping cart handles. Whatever is growing in there is way virulent and laughs in the face of that little squirt of anti-bacterial gel that you get on the way out.
Several times a year one of the students at Audrey's school will have a birthday party at Pump It Up during the school day. When it's someone that is not in her classroom and she doesn't seem to know, I've taken to asking her teacher if she could stay behind or do something else. I may be wrong about this, but her teacher seems all too happy to oblige. Audrey thereby avoids the petri dish of Pump My Stomach, and gets some sweet one-on-one time with her teacher. Everybody wins.
Except. Yesterday was one of those parties. Audrey did not go. Audrey was up puking last night anyway. If I'd have known she was incubating something, I would have sent her. Instead of her picking something up, for once she could have left a little gift behind.
Posted by Lynn at 10:25 AM