Plants vs Zombies

Who doesn't want to spend their birthday at Chuck E Cheese, amirite? Of course, I, a mature adult, purposely drove there so that fun could be had. Somehow that seemed like a valid way to turn around a craptacular day. And it did. Because half an hour of chaos with the Queens of Chaos is always a good time.

Seriously.

Alexis is her own brand of ... ugh ... Let's just leave it at that. She's ugh-tacular lately, but that works at Chuck's. I handed her a card and she ran off to win as many tickets as she could, sparing the world of her sass and attitude. Mila, though. MILA. That kid is insanely competitive. I thought I was competitive until she came along and taught me what it's really all about.

We have to let her win once in a while. Seriously. She completely loses her mind when she loses and will run off crying for hours and it's not worth it. One little victory can make her entire week better, so sometimes we do that. And sometimes she wants to play the Plants vs Zombies game and I don't, so I go to the next game over and leave her all to her own devices.

BIG MISTAKE.

I have spent the past 24 hours listening to all the reasons that game is dumb. A zombie made it to Mila, ate her, and she died, meaning she lost, and soooooooob. Chuck needs to move that game far away. He can put it in the garbage, even. Nobody should ever play that game again because it's bad. Did you know the zombie ate Mila? She was so angry.

There was a point in the middle of the night when Mila was clearly asleep and dreaming of a rematch with the zombie. She was whispering, "You're going to die." I mean, I hope it was a dream about Plants vs Zombies. If it wasn't ...

I better start sleeping with one eye open.