One of the places we brought the kids to during the holidays was an indoor playground called Go-Go Bambini. When you’re a parent, you’re always on the lookout for places to unleash your kids without worrying that they will cause destruction to themselves or property. And indoor places are particularly important when it rains or you’re thoroughly sick of seeing giraffes for the 25th time.
As far as the kid’s play area went, it was nice to finally find a (relatively) safe, confined place for the kids to run wild while we took a breather over some munchies. There were slides, tunnels, ball pools, climbing thingeys and most importantly, lots and lots of padding to cushion those nasty falls.
Tru was in playground heaven, climbing though things, over other things, across things that looked somewhat precarious, going “Mom, look at me dangle out of this manhole SEE SEE I WON’T FALL OUT AND BREAK MY NECK.”
Kirsten was far less adventurous, preferring to take cover in a secluded ball pool area so she wouldn’t get trampled by the horde of water buffalos thundering around her. I think she mostly just wanted to get out of the danger zone and chill somewhere safe.
The food was a real bummer though. Let’s not talk about the price because I don’t expect this kind of place to be cheap. We all know that food at kid places are notoriously overpriced. I just expect food that’s edible and not ALL FRIES. Everything came with a huge pile of fries, which of course Tru was thrilled with since it’s his dream to eat up all the fries in the world.
He took a bite of the spaghetti and spat it out which got me all upset until I took a bite of it myself and spat it out too and he was like “No no, mommy cannot spit out food.” Thanks, spaghetti, you just made me lose all credibility.
It was pretty much the same story with the sandwiches and fish n chips. I mean, it’s probably not a deal breaker, but if you do go down, maybe you should discreetly pack your own snacks for the kids to munch.
