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When I got home from work, Enzo was dancing like crazy to his little Japanese song book. Again and again and again, pressing the touch pad to start another song and continue his jig. Zoe got home with the dogs soon and told me the news that we were expected to meet the Metcalfs at Chucky Cheese. I figured we could try anything once, so away we went. It was pretty unbelievable. I mean, Zoe and I were speechless. Kids and parents running around screaming, guzzling huge sodas and gulping down pizza and cheese sticks, video games, flashing lights, and on the way out, vomit under a booth table near the exit. Enzo was sort of in shock, but managed to hang in there and eat some dinner. When Zoe said we were going, I grabbed Enzo and practically ran out. He was very tired when we got home, and went straight to bed after his bath and a couple bedtime stories.
