If someone is brave enough, there’s got to be huge market potential for a licensed indoor playground.
I even have some potential names for it:
- Climb & Wine
- Chardonnay & Play
- Merlot Madness
- Hop, Scotch
- High Spirits
Who’s in?
To read all about my adventures at a REAL indoor playground this weekend, visit my other blog at www.funnymummyfiles.blogspot.com
On a rainy day this weekend, I decided to take my two youngest kids (aged six and ten), and a little friend of theirs to an indoor playground. A great big indoor playground with miles of jumping, climbing, sliding and otherwise tumbling about fun.
Next time I decide to do this, someone needs to pop me on the forehead a la the V8 ads.
“Oh right! I forgot I hate indoor playgrounds!”
It was packed. It was hot. It was loud.
I naively took along my laptop, my book, and a magazine. I think I read two articles, and didn’t touch the rest. The articles were from a parenting magazine and I’ll admit I was looking for help.
$25 in admission, a plate of greasy fries, three slushies and a lost hat later, we were on our way.
I got the “indoor” part of this. I’m still looking for the “play”.
