One warm evening, my husband's brother treated our family to pizza. The kids excitedly hopped into their car seats screaming. "I want pizza! I want pizza!" Then, we lazily drove to the pizza place located a couple blocks from our house. When we arrived, the kids scrambled out of their car seats and raced for the door. Inside the restaurant, we ordered buffet meals and piled our plates with delectable treats. Yum. There is nothing like pizza and salad after a long day of work.
Now this little pizza parlor has a room in the back filled with video games. We decided to sit as close as we could to the games because the boys are completely obsessed with this room. As we ate, the boys kept craning their necks to catch a glimpse of the shiny lights and music. The lights and music emanating from the video games were like a siren's song.
Every few minutes, Son #1 asked. "Can I go play a game?"
Each time, I answered. "First, finish your food."
Then, Son #1 sighed. "Aww! I wanna go now." However, the whining immediately stopped as soon as he caught a glimpse of my stink eye.
Son #2 piped in once or twice. "I go play now."
"Finish your food." I muttered between bites of pizza. However, Son #2 ignored my stink eye and tried to wriggle between the chairs. Fortunately, my husband snatched our young son up to his lap and delayed his escape.
Eventually, the boys finished their food and rushed to the change machine. Son #1 slid their dollars into the machine and collected their coins. Son #2 tugged on his older brother's shirt and began to screech like a Howler Monkey. Obviously, Son #2 wanted his coins immediately but had no words to express his desire. I jumped up from my place at the table to fix the situation. Once the boys were settled at their chosen games, I returned to eat the rest of my food.
My husband, brother-in-law, and I enjoyed a great conversation. Periodically, we peeked through the windows of the game room to check on the boys. The boys were completely engrossed in the video games so we continued to relax at the table. I sipped my soda until it was gone. Then, I decided to check on the boys once again. As I peeked through the window, I noticed that I could only see Son #1. My heart jumped into my throat in fear. Where was Son #2? There was only one exit to the game room and we were seated right beside it. Where could my little boy be hiding? I scanned the room again and then noticed that Son #1 had four arms. Hmm. I peered at my eldest son and then noticed that he also had two heads. I smiled warmly and felt a bit of relief. My sweet eldest son was helping his younger brother play a racing game.