In a moment of weakness brought on by hunger, I broke my "no playland" rule one morning and took JT to a local fast food joint for breakfast. Not only was the line forever long and sloooow to boot, we encountered all kinds of nasty in the playland. I think it's safe to say that it had not been cleaned the day before. The fries on the floor and old drink cup were a pretty good indication that this establishment is not meeting my expectations. I was grossed out by the whole experience, especially the band aid in the playland. Take off your shoes? Uh, no thanks. How about issuing a hazmat suit before the kids can play?
