As I was walking West on Roosevelt Road, I spotted this unusual perspective on the Willis Towers. Had no idea how much the dinasours enjoyed it!
When I was single, I hated going to restaurants where parents were so engaged in conversation,that they let their kids run all over the place. I especially hated it when the kids freely interacted with other tables as if the people had nothing to do. And by the time the parents discovered there kids were gone, they usually acted as if they had given the customers a special opportunity to spend time with their kids. I usually experienced it as neglectful parent and annoying kid. But now I am the parent with two kids.
Tonight we went out for ice cream at a cafe in Chicago called, “A Taste of Heaven.” As we approached the door, there was a colorful sign with children’s hand prints on it. It simply informed us that children of all ages must behave in there; and must use their “indoor voices.” Since I wanted ice cream, I went ahead and ordered some. But the sign turned me off.
While I understand their concern about children misbehaving, I’m not so sure I support their decision to have this sign so prominently displayed on the front door. Especially when they are one of the few establishments that sell ice cream in the area. Since when does heaven and ice cream not include kids? They might as well have a picture of children in a circle with a red diagonal slash across it.
As I ordered the ice cream, I could see the teller was on eggshells when he asked if I wanted “a cone or a cup.” I immediately felt the pressure of not wanting my kids to mess up. I also felt it was presumptuous of them to believe all cultures understand or value “inside voices”.
After we sat down, a woman came in with a stroller and a loud toddler. She sat in one spot and was instructed by one of the less than cordial wait staff that she had and her stroller had to move. The pregnant lady had to maneuver a stroller, and packages by herself. The aloof cafe staff could give a damn.
I wish they would just come out and say it. We hate kids. We therefore choose to discriminate against parents and kids. Hey, why not take it a step further and have families come in the backdoor and sit in the kitchen, so the kids and parents don’t have to interact with any of the single patrons. It seems to remind me of some issues back in the 60’s when white people didn’t want black people sitting at restaurant counters.
When I heard that Obama was considering Hillary as Secretary of State, my mind started thinking about how Obam, Hillary and Joe will work together. At that point, I heard the tune to ‘l’m Hardrock, I’m Coco, I’m Joe.” I thought Barack would likely be Hardrock. Though its a stretch, I’d pick Hillary for Hardrock and Joe Biden for Joe. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NT5Ohgl7eTM
If you’ve never heard of Hardrock, Coco, and Joe, then you were not watching morning tv as a child in the Midwest. It was not uncommon to see these guys sing on cold winter mornings until Christmas. This was before cable and the land of a thousand channels. So snuggle up with some hot coco and jam to Hardrock, Coco, and Joe
My son asked me for some one on one time. I took a pass on some work I had to do and decided to make the most of this opportunity. For all the things we are scheduled to do, it felt good to have some unstructured time together with him. My wife suggested a movie, but G rated movies are hard to find. So I stumbled on to a link that led me to ComedySportz4kids. I love improvisational theater and want to expose my kids to it, so I went for it.
I kept it a surprise. We took the train into the city for the 2:00p.m. show. It was $8.00 to get in. It was satisfying watching his nearly seven year old mind trying to figure out where we were. As we sat outside the main entrance, a group of thirteen boys came in for a birthday party. I momentarily feared it would be us and a group of kids all together. But then other kids came with their parents.
They led us into the intimate theater. We sat in the front row, though there didn’t appear to be any bad seats. . Two of the three performers came around in a red shirt and a blue shirt to get ideas from the kids for the show. They seemed quite comfortable being around kids and engaging kids. The kids ranged in age from as young as about 4-10.
The whole show involved the the red and blue guy and a man who played the coach. They found a way to include the kids ideas and more importantly the kids into the experience. My son was a part of a farm animal orchestra. Also he had a song improvised about his name. The performers made a whole scene with songs about a girl in attendance based on limited information she provided about herself. The performers succeeded at giving the kids room to be silly, loud, and very active.
It was a very fun time. We talked and laughed about it the whole way home.