After we wrapped up our two hour, yet only ten frames of bowling, the boys made a beeline for the arcade.
This is not the arcade of our youth. There is no Pac-Man. Or Space Invaders. Or anything you remotely know how to play. And everything spits out tickets. Except you need an obscene amount of tickets to win anything noteworthy and each game costs like 75 cents to play.
We all tried valiantly to earn the Yoysers as many tickets as possible. We so wanted them to win a $16,000 iPad.
My dad played this game where you jump on a scale as hard as you can and win tickets based on your force. This is the opposite of my Weight Watchers meetings where woman are stripping to their undergarments to lose a few tenths of a pound.
Poppy won five tickets, but he also won a lifetime of back problems, as I think he compressed some of his spinal discs during his big jump.
We pulled the plug on this money suck and headed back to the prize counter.
In summary, we spent $10 for two BPA-laden army guys and two of these plastic semi-spheres that pop off the ground.
And with that, I scratched the bowling alley off the list.