So, Baby Monkey decided that this years party would be at Chuck E. Cheese.
Or, Chuck E. Sneeze, as a friend of mine so aptly put it.
So, we went, armed with antibacterial Wet Ones, a cake from home (or the store), and a few friends.
And he loved it.
And so did his brother.
There was climbing
Deep breaths for blowing out candles (on the Entenmann’s cake…so sue me)
A successful visit to the Ticket Blaster machine
And a good time was had by all.
Well, almost all.
