We took Thomas to the Spur for the 3rd time the other day. I refuse to give in to the notion that I have to go to Spur because it’s the only place where kids are welcome and don’t have to be tied to the table and made to behave like grown-ups. But we were just so tired and welcomed the thought of him being occupied by something/someone else while we ate in relative peace.
His first time was when he was 6 months old, second time when he was 22 months and now (32 months).
The Spur we went to has their play area right next to the toilets. We chose a table that had a partial view of the play area door and we could see in to the area as well. The play area consists of six TV games and a whole lot of balloons.
Thomas has had no exposure to TV games so he’s playing involves pressing every button on the console and making car noises. We couldn’t get him out of the play area the last time we were there but this time we bribed him with ice cream.
While we were there I was majorly paranoid about him. I watched every person, especially men (sorry to the good guys) who went through the loo entrance to make sure they didn’t take my son with them and oh hell… the mental images and scenarios that went through my head were scary. I don’t know who I was more afraid of in the end… the faceless baddy that was going to grab and molest my son or my mind’s ability to think up all these scary thoughts of what could possibly be done to my son in this sick world. I came to the conclusion that I read far too much newspapers and that I’m in desperate need of one of those mind-erasing jobbies they did in that Eternal Spotless Sunshine of the Mind movie…
Heeeelp… Am I the only sickie/sicko?