I was only halfway through the door when the smell hit me. I'd mentally prepared myself for the screaming, the chaos, the pounding music. But nobody told me about the smell. It was the overpowering smell of sweaty, screeching, shoeless kids. Dozens and dozens of them! Add their weary parents and younger siblings, a couple of pimply teenaged staff members, and two rooms full of gigantic inflatable bouncy houses and slides and you've got the horror that is known as Pump It Up.
Happy Birthday, dear Katie! (pics to follow, I've got to go pick her up from preschool!)
|Strawberry cupcakes, nom nom nom|
|Katie's Precious Kitchen. Some assembly (and swearing) required.|