Kids Plaza Osaka came to the rescue last Sunday, on Day 14 of daddysoutoftown.
The minute we walked in, I could breathe again--I knew I'd have at least 4 hours in which I wouldn't have to shush anybody or solve any fights. It had been that kind of a week.
I mean, two weeks.
Our boys are loud, and they are even louder when your house is only 70 square meters.
Anyway, here are the scenes:
To be honest, much of the time we were here, I had no idea where my children were.
So I watched other people's kids. There was a "mini town" where little kids got to pretend to work in a supermarket, pipe repair, sushi shop, and a noodle shop, like this:
The little kids could put on postal uniforms and deliver the mail around the town. They were very serious about it. So adorable.
I finally found Max doing some old fashioned anime:
We found a heat sensor.
And a giant bubble maker--one that surrounds you...
and one that's just plain big...
The kids got to be on TV--here's Max going down the toilet.
This skeleton was trash-talking the kids who were putting his bones back on.
