Chuck E. Cheese parties are all the rage these days. We have been to three in the last two months. I must say that Emileigh loves them, although I personally find them to be particularly jarring. In fact, I view my escorting her to Chuck E. Cheese parties almost like some sort of valiant badge of motherhood. I'll take my honor where I can find it.
Chuck E. Cheese is a garish frenzy of lights, noise, and music. And as if that, the excitement of dancing with an over-sized rodent, and the swarms of teeming children everywhere I turned wasn't enough to test my tenuous nerves, at this last rat soiree, I had more than one uncomfortable conversation with someone I was unable to avoid. They graduated from bad to worse, culminating with this last happy exchange, prior to which somehow the topic turned to the news that Emileigh's dad is getting married.
Her: He is getting married again?
Me: Oh, yeah, in June.
Her: *surprised look*
Me: *puzzled look*
Her: Well, it is just so... I mean, I don't have any personal *experience* with it of course, but, huh, I mean usually you think if someone is divorced, it's because they can't commit. But this... huh.
Me: Well. Maybe it was just me.
Her: *nervous laughter*