When my sons were little and I had a project deadline but no babysitter, we’d head to Chuck E. Cheese. I can hear a collective groan from parents everywhere, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.

They stamped our hands at the front door and then my kids would play games for at least an hour. They were safe — the checkout system there is like Ft. Knox — so I could work on projects and still see my kids from my table. [Read more...]